Mental Transitions
Leaving your friends and family behind to move to a foreign country takes a certain shift in your mentality. Only the independent thinker seems to be able to make the transition. You have to be strong and determined to start over, find your way and leave everything you knew behind.
5 Expat Re-entry Tips
I think we can all admit that coming “home,” whether from a great travel vacation or a long-term expat assignment in another country has its pros and cons, right? We’ve invested ourselves in a fresh place, new people and, often,…
6 Ways Life In Jamaica Has Changed Me
I sat on the beach the other evening, watching a gorgeous sunset and evaluating my life. I thought back to my early days in Jamaica and realized that I’ve changed in so many ways since then. The way I think,…
Misfits, Oddballs and Freaks
I’m frequently questioned about my choice to eventually live in Jamaica with my husband, Robin, when we retire in a few years. Getting to know me tends to help folks see why Jamaica is such a nice fit. I thought…
How Slow Can You Go?
I think it’s safe to say that most countries run with a definitive sense of “time.” Offices and businesses run on a schedule. Life is hectic and often stress filled. Meanwhile, life in Jamaica is generally slower and simply moves…
Happiness or Misery?
I know that I usually pontificate on all things “Jamaica.” I usually just fill you in on my most recent thoughts on life here. You may be wondering where a post on happiness or misery fits in, right? Well, I’ve…
Finding My Rhythm
Life is a bit crazy these days as I go back and forth between the USA and Jamaica like a yo-yo. We are not quite ready to cuts ties with our home in New Hampshire and are still working on…
Settling In Or Moving On?
I’m not going to lie. Settling into life in Jamaica hasn’t been without some bumps and bruises. As I write, the little bar across the street has been blasting the same song over and over and over for the last…
Torn Between Two Worlds
Today, the world outside my window is a melting mess of white snow and sloppy brown mud. It sounds like rain as it cascades off of my roof. Snow? In Jamaica? No, sadly, I’m back “at home” in New Hampshire for…