It’s been two years since we made the move to Jamaica. Before we made the official move, I remembered telling myself I was ready, because it was the first time I wasn’t looking forward to going back to Canada.
We’ve been coming here since 2021, starting our visits during the COVID pandemic, and getting to know the area and the locals. We gradually began to become part of the community and established relationships that felt like family.
Every time we’re in Kingston, I wave to the Canadian Embassy when we pass by because Canada will always have a special place in my heart, as the country of my birth, as well as the place that affords me the luxury of living in another country.
While Canada was my home for 48 years, I’ve found a new home. When travelling to most countries, I still proudly present my Canadian passport, but when it comes to country of residence, it now says Jamaica.
To say that the transition was easy would be a lie. There have been hurdles, but we’ve overcome them and are wiser for the experience.
Last year, we experienced our first hurricane, and Beryl was a rough introduction to the strength of tropical storms. We managed to survive two months without electricity, and continue to be eternally grateful that friends loaned us a generator to get through the second month.
As someone who tends to keep to herself, I’m acknowledging the value of connecting with my community. Instead of connecting for business networking purposes, I’m connecting with the community to become a part of it, which I’ve come to realize is priceless.
Maybe the dogs have something to do with it, too. Thankfully, we have cameras at home, so we can check in on them whenever we want to, and even talk to them if we choose to. There was nothing better than being greeted by them when we came home! 🐕🐶
I’m not sure if Jamaica is my forever home, but it’s definitely my home for now. 🩵