Staying true to your calling

I've been down here in NC for a little over two weeks now. It's beautiful, the weather suits me, I'm seriously considering relocating but hmmmmmmmmmmmm...I know this is not the place I'm supposed to spend the rest of my days.
I am an island girl, coconut milk runs through my veins, my heart leaps in my chest whenever I spot a glossy photograph of a palm fringed, sugar coated beach.
I have been known to trail behind Caribbean people in supermarkets and clothing stores....not eaves dropping, just basking in the sound of their voices.
I admit that I have wept uncontrollably in the departure lounges of Caribbean airports. And I will also admit that I fall into a state of mourning after I return home from the Caribbean.
These emotions are akin to the feelings that surged through me every time I walked into an employment agency, filled out a job application or went on an interview.
Something just wasn't right, you know? I knew that that wasn't the life I was supposed to be living...the same way I know that this isnt the country I'm supposed to be living in.





