The quick answer is nowhere. Right here.
There is something strange going on with me right now and I am loathe to even talk about it. Mostly because I don't understand it myself. What it is is that I have become a hermit, an isolationist if you will.
That last break-in hit me hard. Very hard. And it scared me. To think that somebody could tear out a window and enter my home and steal things while somebody was asleep inside still shocks me to the core. Even though the window in question has now been replaced and the opening has lockable grillwork over it, I still do not feel safe.
I only leave the house and grounds when I absolutely have to. To go the grocery store, pay bills downtown, chase down carpenters, that sort of thing. I certainly do not leave home for any form of entertainment anymore.
I think I would go mad if I didn't have my computer. I spend far too much time just playing games, roaming around the Net and downloading movies and TV programs to watch at a later time. I have recently (since I missed them by living here without the benefit of American TV) watched every season of Amazing Race, So You Think You Can Dance, Survivor, Deadwood, Karnivale, Six Feet Under, Project Runway, Entourage, The Tudors and, most recently, True Blood. And just to break things up, I've read three trashy novels. And knitted a lot.
I am not currently enjoying living in paradise very much. I don't go to the beach. It's too hot for that right now anyway. I don't feel very much like I am living in paradise anyway.
I fear that that 14th thief has stolen more from me than material goods. Right now, I don't feel like I have much positive to say about my life and certainly not living on this island.
I hope that my old self returns. And returns soon.