We searched for pottery shards at Grand Bay
But all I could find was sea glass
So, I made a mosaic to remind me of that day in Carriacou
ahhh, Carriacou….
Career. Slumped economy. Bills. Rent. Lay-offs. Health insurance. Marriage. Car payments. Grown-up things that no one is ever really ready for. Sometimes I still feel like that little girl clinging to her mother’s leg on the first day of kindergarten. Whenever something bad happens, I immediately want to run home and crawl into my parents arms. Recently, when I was told that my position at the bank was being terminated I wanted to do just that. The fact that this was my first professional job, and that I was notified on my first day back from an eighteen day vacation did not help the situation. During the meeting, I attempted to hold back my tears, but after ten minutes of shock the tears came like the Great Flood. I was devastated.
A few weeks have gone by, and I’ve begun to pick up the pieces. I sent out my resume to a few places, and I have even applied to different positions at the bank. I am taking every day in strides, and I believe this to be a learning experience, which only makes me stronger. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason, but as of right now, I haven’t figured out what the reason is for this…
Carriacou, a secret, far away place, untouched by corruption, tourism, and technology. A tropical paradise that is so perfect it is not even imaginable in your dreams. This magical land is surrounded by the sea, which has an array of colors from deep sapphire to bright turquoise. Houses are like patchwork quilts with a variety of material used for construction. Livestock and wild dogs roam the streets and fields, and the locals are guided by one rule “don’t worry, be happy.” On Carriacou, anything can happen, and this is why she will always hold a special place in my heart.