Canadian To Caribbean

Our Island Life
Jul 27, 2017 · 3 min read

I have been getting a lot of questions of why we decided to move our family to a Caribbean island so I thought I would blog it…. cuz why not right!

The short answer …… because we didn’t want to work for retirement, we wanted to be active and present in our kids lives, and the fact that there are safe places because words hurt is fucking ridiculous.

That’s us, up there, me and my boys. Best picture I could get. #toddlerproblems

In Canada we had full time jobs, like most people do, and jobs that my husband and I actually really liked. We were both fortunate to find jobs that we enjoyed which seems to be pretty rare these days. But we were already sick of the whole working for retirement gig and we wanted to live our lives with excitement and adventure and show our children that life isn’t meant to be just for working so that one day you might get to do something cool. This is concept is crazy and makes zero sense. Work, save money, work some more, save some more money, repeat. What happens if you die tomorrow and all you did was work. That sucks. Don’t get me wrong, I get we need to work to make money to be able to afford to live and raise a family but I just truly believe there is more to life.

We also wanted to be around our kids, like a lot. I didn’t want to miss a moment of adorableness because “I have to work”. I needed a new way of balancing work / life / family, or to not have to try to balance these things at all. I liked my job, I really did. But I LOVE my family. I love my kids adorable little faces, I love their sense of humour, I love their toddler tantrums, I love changing their shitty diapers, well not really the last one I could probably do without wiping shit out of their balls on the daily, but I didn’t want to miss any of this. People always say kids grow up fast and before you know it they are adults with their own family. I’m choosing to believe this even though right now time seems to be moving very slowly when both toddlers don’t sleep through the night and the days are so, so long.

Finally, this world is absolutely insane. One word- Trump- enough said? For real though, I have no idea what happened to children. I don’t know why I never see kids playing outside anymore, I don’t know why there are safe places because words hurt, I don’t know why you can’t tell someone you don’t like their shirt without being charged with assault, ok I realize I am over exaggerating but you get it. I miss the 90s, where kids played outside, and we had a bell that my mom rang when it was time to come in for dinner. I miss when getting dirty was fun and acceptable not a reason to call child protective services for child neglect. I miss the easy of life and the lack of judgement. I don’t know what being a mom was like in the 90s but right now it’s fucking hard when people are always out to tell you that you’re doing wrong. I’m over here just trying to keep these little humans alive and hoping they don’t turn out to be fucking assholes. But that’s not enough in Canada. Know where it is enough…. here…. on this little island we now call home. Things are different here…. really different. And I LOVE IT!

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Canadian to Caribbean. Our Family Island Life Adventures.

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