The other Sunday when I was returning from vacation, I lost my wallet.

My roommate and I had just gotten out of our cab from JFK when I decided to get some food alone before heading back in to our apartment. It was while I was walking and rummaging through my book bag when I realized my wallet wasn't there. The last time I even remembered seeing it was at the airport in Jamaica. I remember buying two bottles of water before boarding and then putting my wallet back in my bag, so I thought okay maybe I lost in somewhere on the airplane. When I realized that I really didn't have it, I filled out an online form from the airline that night. I didn't really let myself dwell on the fact that I lost it, because it was my fault and I need to just learn from it. I don't lose stuff that often, but when I do, I take it as a form of a wake-up call.

I'm happy to say that lo and behold, the airline found it and my wallet is now resting beside my bed. I had lost this wallet for a short time a few years ago as well (HERE), but it also somehow ended up returning to me even back then. Thank you to whatever force or universe that's making this happen.

Last week, I was finally able to get out of New York for a bit and went on a real vacation!

I went to Jamaica for a few days with my friends Judy and Junho, and oh what a blast it was. This was the first time all three of us had traveled together. We arrived at a resort at Montego Bay and basically just chilled out for four days with lots of swimming and drinking of Red Stripe. 

And here are some pictures from the trip. I've clearly posted way too many of them.