When I quit drinking almost 2 years ago (October 7, 2013), I needed to find ways to entertain myself. Living on a tiny island in the Caribbean definitely has its perks, but having an endless list of activities is not one of them. I have panic attacks when I'm snorkeling, so any kind of diving or water activities are usually out. I've tried the whole Stand Up Paddle Boarding thing and it's fun, but it hasn't stuck yet. Plus, SHARKS. And shattering my wrist in February left me with a little bit of pain (slight minimization of the excruciating pain I'm still in on some days), so I'm unable to do much of anything at the moment. I'll just stick to Yoga Nidra.
I remember living in Seattle and bitching about the produce. It was too expensive, not fresh enough, the avocados aren't ripe/too ripe/there aren't enough of them. Oh, look at the lines!!! This is ridiculous!! How can I live under these conditions?? And then, I moved to Grand Cayman. Rotten food that you're just supposed to accept and eat. THE SLOWEST CHECKERS IN THE FREAKINNNNNNG WORLD. Seriously. They act like you're bothering them, especially when they have to finish texting and put their phones down. And the lines!!!! I'll never complain when I go to the States again!!! I've learned to bring a book with me when I go to the grocery store and the bank.
Here are my tips for shopping on Grand Cayman....
Two years ago today I hopped on a plane and left the United States to live a life abroad. I had a backpack and two suitcases. The rest of my life was put into storage. Stuff that I didn't think I could live without, but I didn't need right now. And I'm sure it was stuff that if I pulled it out of the containers now, I'd laugh. "Ha!!! I thought I'd need this again one day? Really?" And then I'd toss the pile of black work clothes that I kept, just in case this whole island gig didn't work out and I needed something to wear in the salon. Buh bye.
I've had a lot of people tell me that I was brave, fearless even. I just have to laugh. I certainly didn't feel brave. I felt careless, stupid, irresponsible, like I was running from a life that I had created for myself. Twelve years in Seattle, cultivating my support network and friends that ended up as family, building my clientele as a hairstylist. I didn't feel brave. And FEARLESS??!!! Noooooo.