New Adventures!

As usual, my enthusiasm is building for new adventures and the possibility of more fulfilling work.  I always start a job hunt with such optimism!  Of course there is no other way, optimism is essential to surviving the semi-employed life.  I took (and totally owned) the GREs on Thursday and while I don't get my official scores until November, I'm (as usual) pretty optimistic.  I'm hoping to meet with professors at a number of different grad schools until I find a program that will (1) let me work outdoors for the rest of my days, I just can't bear to be a full time desk jockey for any kind of long term assignment, (2) inspire me and encourage me, I just want to do good, rewarding work.  Is that so much to ask? And (3) not double my student loans, ideally I'd like to get rid of those suckers some day, and unless I stop adding to them that may never happen.  So, onwards I go, to work or grad school, or to study and take the FE in the spring and then get an engineering job, or to do or go wherever else the wind might take me.  I can't wait. 

I'm leaving this beautiful little rock in the middle of the ocean known as St. Thomas in just under 2 very short weeks to go celebrate a friends birthday with her in Florida and then on home a week later.  I'm looking for work in Vermont so I can put some money away while I am living at home and keep working on my student loans.  Money down here has gotten quite tight and it was certainly time to throw the towel in.  So now, during my final 2 weeks, I am trying to get as much last minute  adventuring in for as little cost as possible, all the while also trying to work as many hours as possible to put away a bit of cash for Florida.  My life is a fabulous give and take resting on a delicate balance of funds and possibilities that I just adore.  I have never once gotten in over my head, I have learned my limits and limited my spending and worked hard to become as financially independent as possible and loved every minute of it. 

So now, back to the old job hunt and back home to bake some bread and walk my doggies, and to try to work my butt off, if I can find a job that will let me.  See you soon Vermont, in all your below freezing glory.  Goodbye beautiful Caribbean, white sand beaches and shiny sunshine...you're amazing, but just not for me.  I can't wait to have seasons back! 

An Airplane over Charlotte Amalie Harbor

Time Flies When You're Having Fun!

I'm not sure where September when, but today's date assures me that the month is pretty much over, despite my disbelief.  And with the close of September comes the close of my time here in St. Thomas.  I have made the extremely difficult decision to leave (despite several lucrative offers to stay) after completing a person budget and coming to terms with the fact that living here at this stage in my life is not a wise financial decision (damn you student loans!).  So, once again, it's home for a regroup and new plans coming soon.  This time, more than any other, I am seriously considering grad school as a possible option (because I obviously don't have enough student loans already...) and have even gone so far as to sing up for the GRE.  I'll be one of the very first lucky idiots to be taking the new revised test, so grad school admissions folks - if you are reading this keep in mind that scores ALWAYS go down after a major change in the test, I'm smarter than my score will most likely make me look.  Reassuring right?  Not.

So, here I am, as per my usual, standing at the precipice of some new big adventure, waiting for the fog to clear and show me just exactly what it will be.  For now it's memory sharing time, here are the things that St. Thomas allowed me to check off of my bucket list: 

1. Live on an island.  Self explanatory, awesome, enough said.
2. Take a picture of a lightning bolt.  We all know I'm a photography nerd so this was a very exciting development for me.
3. Snorkel in the Caribbean.  Spotted eagle rays, brain coral, sea turtles, starfish, tropical fish, urchins, and awesome-ness.  
4. Night Snorkel in the Caribbean.  Bio-luminescence is amazing, underwater flashlights are fun, and big shiny silver tarpin fish are not sharks.  Phew.  
5. Island Hop!  St. Thomas, St. John, Jost van Dyke, Tortola, and more.  Boats are fantastically fun toys in the islands.  
6. Enjoy fresh Coconuts, straight from the tree.  And watch very talented West Indian Rasta guys scale palm trees like they're playground toys.  
7. Experience a tropical storm/almost hurricane first hand.  Exciting, except not, when you work at a hotel these things usually mean canceled flights, equating to a very busy night in the office checking in disgruntled travelers in howling wind and pounding rain.  
8. Hiking to gorgeous views and plantation ruins, read about the history of the ruins and the islands.  Did you know that slavery was abolished in the USVI several years prior to it's abolition in the states, but several years after it was abolished in the BVI (British Virgin Islands).  Brave souls used to build rafts, steal away in boats, and some even swam the short distance from St. John to Tortola; anything for freedom.  
9. Share this adventure with my mom!  Very cool for my mom to get to come down here and experience this crazy place with me, it's the first time on of my immediate family members has been able to visit me on my travels and it was a really neat thing to share.  
10. Ride a ferris wheel on top of the world.  Or so it felt, swirling around on the edge of the steep hill that is paradise point.  
11. Night swimming; swimsuits optional.  Late night skinny dipping on secluded beaches with silly friends to cap off a fun night out?  Count me in!

I'm sure there's more but I'm too lazy to continue - the point is, I've had a very good run here.  Nothing sad about it ending, I'll come visit again someday and for now I have nothing but new and exciting things to look forward to.  I'm a lucky lucky girl.

 

 

Me, Myself, and Irene

Time for my monthly blog update - St. Thomas + me + blog = failure.  I just can't seem to update this thing regularly, despite the fact that I'm sitting at a desk in front of a computer for close to and sometimes over 40 hours per week.  Anyway, here I am now, halfway through a grueling 12 hour work day with almost nothing to do at all, and I thought maybe I should put some time into updating this thing.  By the way, when did it get to be September?  My goodness where is this year going?

A lot has happened lately, happy and sad.  Irene came ripping through Saint Thomas and all my friends and family up north were calling and emailing to make sure I was alright, then, not even a week later she hit the north and I was emailing and calling all of them.  Somehow I thought down here in the warm Caribbean waters I would get the worst of the storm but it seems she was just getting started down here and she really did her damage far to the north.  Fortunately my family is all fine, and none of their homes were destroyed.  Unfortunately my friends in NY were not so lucky.  The town of Keene was hit very hard and had significant flooding.  The AuSable River, normally flowing at about 220 cubic feet per second this time of the year, reached an incredible 48,500 cfs in under 18 hours (check out the impressive hydrograph here).  The damage was catastrophic.  In Keene roads were wiped out, the fire station was washed away, homes were lost or buried in mud, families were stranded as their roads and driveways washed out.  In Willsboro power was lost and roads were washed out.  In Vermont entire towns were flooded, homes lost, downtowns under water.   My dad is up in Waterbury for the day volunteering and I dearly wish I could be there to help him.  If you'd like to help him, or folks in your town, here are some places you might look:

In New York State:  The NY Red Cross is coordinating volunteer efforts in all the towns in desperate need, contact them to find out more: www.nyredcross.org

In Vermont: You can always contact the Vermont Red Cross (http://www.redcrossvtnhuv.org/index.asp?IDCapitulo=44W8UXGL8L) but my congressman also sent me this great little site, a blog created to coordinate volunteer efforts and offers of housing, ways to donate, etc: http://vtresponse.wordpress.com/

As you may have guessed from my time in Peace Corps and AmeriCorps, volunteering is a really big deal to me, and it's killing me that I can't be there for my friends and neighbors to shovel some mud and haul some sand bags.  Since I can't, I am begging those of you that can to help in any way you choose.

I don't think I ever thought I would be sitting here in the beautiful Caribbean dreaming of shoveling mud back home, but life surprises you sometimes. 

Outside of that I have had plenty of other little excitements.  My mother came down for a whirlwind birthday weekend of fun and we adventured around the down town, spent a day in St. John, and laid on the beach.  It was such a pleasure to be able to share my new home with my mom, I've never had many visitors at all the crazy places I move to so this was a particularly special treat.  Somehow the place seemed more magical when I was explaining it's virtues to her than it ever had before. 

I have also begun the job hunting process once again.  It seems I'm always "starting a serious job hunt" for about a month or 6, right up until I find something else temporary and exciting that distracts me from growing up and getting a big kid job.  That being said I'm (hopefully) once again on the big kid job hunt, so if you find anything feel free to send it my way.  I am being picky about my jobs this time around - #1 I want to be outside as much as possible at work.  #2 I like to work hard, in fact I love it if I am completely exhausted at the end of a day at work.  #3 I would ideally like to find a job I can feel proud of - something to do with helping people, animals, or the environment would be best, but I'll settle for one that avoids hurting any of those things if I have to.  I have had a lot of jobs I did and didn't enjoy and I think my travels and transiency have taught me a lot about what I want in a home and in a job, so even though the job market is still pretty terrible I think I'm going to take my time and be picky.  I have plenty of wonderful adventures to keep me busy in the mean time.

Anyway that's my life at the moment, a little Caribbean island hopping, a little momma visiting, a little beach laying, a lot of hours spent in this office.  Not half bad. 

Son of a Beach

Another month later...

Updating my blog regularly is harder than I had thought it would be in St. Thomas.  Not because I'm so busy or even because I'm away from my computer or anything like that, in fact I'm quite far from busy and I'm on my computer at least a time or two a day.  Its not even from a lack of things to write about, that is not the case at all.  Since my last entry I have: witnessed carnival in St. John, seen a sting ray snorkeling, eaten my first genip and fresh (literally directly out of the tree) young coconut, had two friends visit from home, attempted a boat trip to Virgin Gorda (and ended up at Jost Van Dyke because of weather concerns), gone late night skinny dipping on the rocky shores of hull bay, gotten stuck in the sand in my friends jeep, been smashed by a giant wave on Magen's point, seen dozens of rainbows, faced off with a baby iguana, and that's just in the past month.  No, I don't thinks it's from lack of content that my blog is suffering, I think its from the island seeping into my blood.  I move slower, I nap more, I spend a good portion of each day just relaxing.  I'm sleepy right now actually.

My life is so utterly chill most of the time here that I lose track of time, days slip by without me really even noticing.  I've already been here for 2 and a half months?  When did that happen? 

At any rate its time to wake up, there is a storm brewing off the coast that could at any moment turn into a cyclone (read: hurricane potential) and preparations are necessary.  I am working a double today (in the office from 8 to 8, not my favorite way to spend a day but I chose it so that I can have the next day off) so I'm just sitting here at this computer refreshing the NOAA Hurricane Center website even though its not going to update again until 2.  Its kind of exciting and kind of scary to know a hurricane might be headed your way but this building has been here a long time and I have no reason to believe it will blow away this time.  An interesting side note, if this does develop into a tropical storm or hurricane the next name on the list is Emily.  I know that might mean nothing to you, but to me it means that this is my fault.  You see, yesterday was my good friends and former Peace Corps sitemates' wedding, and I decided my financial situation was such that I could not go, despite the fact that I realllly realllllllllllllllly realllllllllllllllly wanted to be there.   Today there is a big storm fixing to swirl its way right into Hurricane Emily and yesterday I skipped Emily's wedding.  I'm sorry Caribbean, I have brought down the wrath of Emily on you all.  All that I can do now is grovel and apologize and hope she calls the whole thing off. 

The stormyness of late has made for some fantastic sight-seeing off of the Mafolie Restaurant Deck and the other night I snapped a photo that I am so very truly extremely proud of, lightning in action.  Check it out below and let me know what you think!  See you on the other side of Hurricane Emily!

sandy toes and island blood

Obviously I have not been keeping up with my blog like I should, but I return from my brief (month and a half long) hiatus refreshed with new stories and a new home to write from.  Since my last update on Mother's Day a few big things have happened:  first and foremost, Father's Day happened, just this Sunday, and while I'm not home in the lovely green mountains to cook my pops the kind of fabulous breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert that he deserved, I did send him a "card" of sorts and lots of love via the telephone.  In other news, I moved to the Caribbean just over a month ago and have been living on the US Virgin Island of St Thomas ever since.  I live in an apartment with the best harbor view I think I have ever seen in my entire life, and probably the best I will ever have the pleasure of living in front of.  I work at a beautiful little boutique hotel where I meet all kinds of interesting people.  I play on white sandy beaches and snorkel over coral reefs in 70 degree water.  Life's rough.

Each morning, as I drink my cup of tea out on the balcony, watch the iguanas climb to the tree tops to bask in the sunshine, and do a bit of yoga before it gets too sweaty to move, I reflect on everything that has brought me to where I am.  I've had a pretty crazy ride, and I'm just starting to truly appreciate the places my rather impulsive decisions have brought me to.

The island is fabulously beautiful, the views absolutely breath-taking, photo-ops abound.  I'm learning a lot about the inner workings of a small hotel, and we all know how I love to collect new skills.  My thousands of bug bites are just starting (knock on wood) to dwindle down to an acceptable level; I have been told that the bugs on the island love fresh meat and will bite and bite and bite new kids on the block. I definitely found that to be the case, but what is even more surprising is that they seem to be backing off a bit now.  It could be that the whole population is decreasing, but I can't help but wonder if its because I'm no longer "fresh meat."  Is there some change that happens after you've been here for awhile that makes them bite less?  Some islandy-ness that gets into your blood?  Do I have some St. Thomas in me now?

People keep saying to me the same thing they said in Tahoe - "I came here temporarily too, 20 years ago."  The thing about living in paradise is its pretty easy to get stuck, and that's okay as long as 20 years later living there is still making you happy.  Only time will tell how long I'm going to last in St. Thomas, but for now it's home.

Life's a Beach

Dusk on the Pool Deck

View from my Balcony