little by little

In this whirlwind of 2011, we find it hard to keep our fingers abreast of what is about to clearly smack us in the face. The countdown has officially begun. Two months until we head to the plush crest of central NY, and shortly following, only two more months until packing a shit ton of suitcases full of our breeziest summer outfits and a six month supply of american hair products hoping to prosper our way through the Caribbean.


Scary, yes. Provisional, hopefully not. I'm not worried about a home, driving on the left side of the road, or the black populous, but of utmost cruciality, something to bring home the bread - as there are just hundreds of Caribbean job boards, clogging up my pop-up blocker.


I have spent countless nights, hundreds of tailored resumes, and lunch breaks soaring through any possibilities-and have learned I can no longer limit myself to the original destination. As invigorating as this beautiful place is - only beastless curb dwellers off I-35 can settle for $5.25 an hour. If only they knew what better possibilities lay beyond the concrete stilts below freeways.


It's time to trade the drab and mundane for the colorful and exotic. Live a long life where the weather forecasts will not effect relationships or celebrations - and discover life where it was meant to be lived- Barbados.


Now let's just hope a better opportunity won't cloud my reasoning to settle for this true to its own, exotic refuge..