Am sure the waiter at Eden Rock in St Barth (Vot? Who am I? Is this real life?) yesterday was a little confused as to why I suddenly burst into tears on such a gorgeous day in paradise. But I didn’t know the French words for “WE FINALLY HAVE A HOUSE. ONE I’VE NEVER SEEN. IN A CITY I’VE ONLY EVER VISITED A FEW TIMES!” so instead I just shouted “YOLO” and ordered another drink, ’cause my French IS good enough for that.
So for the first time in 9 years, I have an address. With an actual street name AND number! And mail delivery! Where people bring you stuff! TO YOUR HOUSE!! AAAAND THEY PROBABLY HAVE POTABLE WATER WHENEVER YOU WANT!!!