I felt like sharing a little part of my past with you all. It's been a very busy month and I decided to take a break from "work" photography on the blog. As autumn and winter start to kick in I always tend to remember how it was when I lived in the caribbean and how the seasons didnt change all that much. When I was seventeen years old I packed my bags and showed up on the island of St John. I had just graduated high school and my friends were leaving to go to college. I had just finished school I thought, why would I want to go back? Unsure of which career path I wanted to take I decided wasting money on a college education at that point seemed careless. I had always had the itch to travel but was unsure how to move forward. An old friend had recommended me going down to St John. So I did exactly that, I saved just enough money to get a small place of my own and the necessities. I had some connections and packed my bags and left.
I was scared, a mess and nervous. Though that all seemed to change the second I landed on to St Thomas. The air was warm and humid on my skin. The sea turquoise, the sand white, the hills green. I arrived on St John via ferry and jumped in the back of a pick up truck of a new friends. Driving along St John's winding and somewhat insanely steep slopes was completely exciting. The life on the island turned into visiting the beach every afternoon. Showing up to work at the restaurant, sandy feet and in a wet swimsuit. Working a few hours for dinner, to then frequent the small local bars. Which were mostly open aired, filled with beach chairs and hammocks. The local bar would have a "pour your own" motto because the booze was cheaper then the juice. So they would happily fool people into making their drinks uber strong. We all used to hitch hike around the island. It was the way and it was safe. Instead of sticking out your thumb you would point in the direction you wanted to go to.
St John is a very small community filled with people from around the world. Some people come to work for a season, some last a few seasons, some never leave. While living on an island like this may seem like total perfection, it does have its flaws like everywhere. As a young adult you can get easily bored and uninspired. There isn't much going on in the fun stimulation part though its great for outdoor activities. The food is ridiculously expensive, because everything has to be shipped in from Florida. When I was visiting three years ago, a noticed a head of raddichio was 8 dollars. There are no farmer's markets, and they don't grow much. Not to say there aren't great restaurants and food you just have to pay a pretty penny for it. I spent two years here working in restaurants and living the life. To then crave more excitement, I decided to travel more. I traveled through out South America and ended up in New York after. Moving to St John, opened my eyes, showed me that traveling is easily done and changed my life. I cant imagine how different my life would of been had I gone to college. It's amazing how things fall into place.