You click on one of the dozens of web cams from St. John every day. (Guilty, we click on Tesori's cam a few times a day.)
The calendar you use to keep track of your days is from St. John...I have sticky notes stuck to this years until the new ones come out. (we grab our Steve Simonsen Calendars from Ruth's place. Along with St. John Super Spice!)
You have discovered dozens of uses for St. John Super Spice and are in mourning when it runs out.
You have a carefully hoarded container of St. John Salt gathered from Salt Pond when it was dry. (and you don't share it)
When someone calls our little island "St John's", it is like fingernails on a chalkboard and you want to club them like El Kabong!
Your entire casual wardrobe represents our little part of the planet. Brian's entire T-Shirt collection somehow comes from here. Foxy's, Rum Hut, Skinny's, Palm Tree Charters (Hi Bridget and Jimmy!)
Hats....OMG, Brian has over 40 hats from here...and he keeps buying more...I bring up his obsession with hats and he just says the word "shoes" and I drop it....but if you have over a dozen hats from here you might be an addict!
Your car appears to be held together by Island related bumper stickers. Some dipstick backed into my rear bumper and we are now re-stickering the bumper. A wonderful reason to make more trips home!
You have a chalk board in your house that counts down until your next trip....Mine is in wakeups! I have seen people with app's that track and have it as a tag line in their email.
You visit the Virgin Islands Online or trip advisor St. John pages every day. Yup, but we advertise on VIOL....so I'm not an addict....lol.
The wallpaper on your computer or phone is related to St. John....ours is Tesori and turtle pictures from Maho.
Your friends invite you to the Jersey shore or Chesapeake Bay and you cringe......Thank you, but i can't see my feet in that water.
While out, someone grabs your wrist and says.....OMG, thats the St. John bracelet.....or petroglyph bracelet.....and new friends are found. (Has happened to both Brian and I)
You ask restaurants for "to go cups" and the waitress looks at you like you need therapy.
You need a sticky note on your steering wheel when you get back to remind you to drive on the right side of the road. (Thats me)
Most of your friends on social media are island related.
You have all the ingredients necessary to make painkillers at home.
Your kitchen cabinets hold a precious collection of plastic cups from Soggy, High Tide, Snorkels (the big one!) and other bars.
After getting state side it takes a few days to remember to flush after number 1....water is precious.
You have Schnell pottery and light fixtures in your stateside home and you light up when someone asks "what is that?" Grab a drink and go into island mindset, explaining the wonders of St. John.
At a party, someone brings up St. John and says...."I would never want to go back to the same place all the time". They are a whiner....my response is "You are right, please don't come (and whine on our beautiful island) You should go to Disney!"
You pull into a parking lot and notice a St. John related bumper sticker.....and stalk the owner to start a conversation. Happens to us once or twice a month.
You have convinced your friends that drinking before noon does not make you an alcoholic....(just a pirate). Our friend Elaine just fell to the dark side.
You have memorized Feet, Fins and 4wd.
You have the Cruise Ship schedule for St. Thomas saved as a favorite on your browser. Gotta make sure your beach time is well spent!
You begin to consider DEET a cologne.
You have get togethers with your Island friends you found through the message boards when you are on Island, calling everyone by their board names.
You start shopping on one of the local realtors web sites. Its almost like being on House Hunter International. We recommend Gretchen from Cruz Bay Realty.
Drink right, Drive left.....at least on St. John!
If anyone has any other symptoms, please drop me a line.
An addition from BillVT on the VIOL board:
You get suckered into being on the board of your small time-share's homeowners association and find it almost as much work as a full time job. Good thing you're retired. But once a month, you have a conference call with six other self inflicted sufferers like yourself to discuss WAPA rates, insurance, thread counts, deck furniture and how to sell off the last weeks left in inventory that just happen to be in hurricane season. Somehow you've made your addiction into a job.