One year. At the end of the day, I will have lived in the BVI for one year. Except for the few weeks I was away in October, waiting for my work permit.
My attitude towards the BVI shifts on a daily, if not hourly basis. At the moment, I'm extremely happy to be here, enjoying the flamboyant trees and the summer clouds and squalls, anticipating moving to a new apartment.
There have been times in the past year I've been ready to leave -- to get off this rock and head back to the familiar comforts, friends, and family in Colorado. Unsurprisingly, thoughts of escape are usually accompanied by severe homesickness. Thankfully, these moments are usually passing, although April and May were pretty rough.
I've finally stopped missing fast food. Mostly. Taco Bell doesn't count as fast food, right?
One year. Oh yeah, I'm ready for another.