In the name of attempting to describe some of the bonuses to living in Martinique, I will simply describe the past week and let you decide if this place is awesome, or what.
This morning, peckish but not starving, I considered my breakfast options. Once I’d decided, I jumped out of bed, wandered into my garden and with the help of an ‘tool’ carefully manoeuvred so that the guava I’d had my eye on all week, would fall towards me rather than into the bushes directly below the tree, or worse, onto the neighbours’ patio. Score! Manoeuvre completed, I then scrutinised the mango tree opposite, decided there was nothing ripe and instead went for the mango tree at the front of the house.
Approximately a year ago today, I left London in a hurry. Not out of choice, that’s just the way things go sometimes. There was an exciting new job waiting for me and a 4 week notice period in the old one. Compared with previous international departures of months (as in 4 or 12!) of advance notice, just under four weeks was kinda fast. There were a lot of goodbyes. No shortage of tears. Sometimes the result of lovely things said. There were no regrets. This adventure called Life had spoken quite definitively, it was time to rock and roll onto pastures new. My longstanding undimmed passionate love affair with the Caribbean had yielded a new fruit: emigration. Continue reading →
I am living my dream. I love my job and my colleagues. I love my location, I love the life I am building and I’m happy with what I’ve built thus far.
But I’m also slightly under the weather and have been for a while. En plus, I’ve been on the road a lot in the past few months which has only compounded it/dragged it out. My own denial in the hope that it would go away so that I could get on with enjoying my life has undoubtedly Not Helped. Alas, I is but a mere mortal.
Please note, under the weather, really means just that. I’m not playing down a terminal illness. It’s just that when you are leading a high-energy lifestyle, a bit poorly can feel like a death sentence. Continue reading →
I am a reluctant air traveller. Between being concerned about climate change and not enjoying being treated like a criminal every time I go to the airport, I avoid it wherever possible. Perhaps it’s my coming of age on London transport, but the way I see it, trains, boats and buses tend to depart and arrive from/in city centres, have better and/or amazing views, are cheaper and simply more convenient and relaxing modes of transport. Obviously over long distances overland travel is much slower, but personally I subscribe to the notion that the journey is the destination; a measured pace makes for plentiful opportunities for immersion and absorption in the travel experience. Thus it was that I departed St Lucia for a whirlwind view of the South American continent. Continue reading →
Toes in the sand and nose to nose with the horizon line, today I tried to contemplate how I ended up here. When did I become Neo? I saw TheMatrix; I was not enthralled with the nebuchadnezzar. I could have chosen the blue pill. Heavy-heartedly maybe, but I would have done it. That porridge three times a day would have driven me mad and I would have been no use to the revolution. So which part of my journey through life determined that I would step off the treadmill, out of the rat race, move a gazillion miles away from my beloved London and set up home in the French Caribbean? Clueless, I retraced my steps. Continue reading →
As I’m far from home and much-loved traditions, I wasn’t sure how to feel about Christmas 2012. Although I refused to accept the fallacy that Christmas couldn’t possibly be Christmas without snow (have you seen a map of the world recently?), it still took me a while to get into the spirit of it. A night of enthusiastic chanté nweling which included copious amounts of Christmas ham, followed by a Saturday morning wake-up to a pile of presents and cards all with my name on (thanx peeps!!) got me thinking…
1) Family. I’m from a stereotypically Caribbean family as a Trini friend enlightened me once. I thought she meant in reference to raucously loud get togethers of very loving, proud black people convening for any occasion; Christenings, birthdays, graduations, weddings, or funerals. But according to her, it was having more than 20 first cousins. ‘Have them?’ I can name and tell stories about growing up with them!! Continue reading →
and ‘getting left behind’ are supposed to be feelings inculcated in your loved ones by your departure to (hopefully sunnier) climes when you move abroad. You’re off having the adventure of a lifetime and they’re stuck at home doing the same thing they were doing before you left, only with a new wound of your departure, and the salt of the tales of your adventures as you write home. The traditional postcard note ‘wish you were here’ is supposed to denote that you’re having the time of your life and you wish they could be sharing it with you. That’s what you tell yourself when you leave your loved ones behind anywho.
Alas that’s not really how it works. And I just got my first major sting.
When you leave for an extended period of time and are consumed with all the adventures you’ll be having, you can forget that well, life will continue without you. Continue reading →