Hey guys. It’s me. Or as Adele would say, Hello.
I know it’s been a while, but when you don’t live on an island, life tends to move a little faster. Island time is a real thing y’all.
It’s been a hot seven months since our departure from island life and arrival to the mainland of coastal north Florida. And if we’re being honest, I can’t say I’ve been hating it. I also can’t say I’ve missed island life that much, until recently. We’re in the thick of February of 2017. Where the ef did 2016 go? Or 2015 for that matter? I’ve been stateside since July, and yes, Publix is still so, so beautiful. And OMG LUCKY’s F*&^NG MARKET!? A grocery store AND you can drink wine while you grocery shop?! I’m actually surprised that wasn’t a thing in PR, because you could legit drink anywhere. I mean, they sold sangria in juice box form! And it really would have taken an edge off the $18 squash problem. Did I ever mention how much I hated grocery shopping in Puerto Rico? Yea, I’m pretty sure my whole blog was dedicated to that….Okay, moving on from life behind a shopping cart.
I’m not certain what has clicked lately that has made me yearn for island life so much, but gosh, the pull back to the Caribbean is starting to hurt my soul a tad. I need to get back STAT. Something is legit tugging at my heart. We live on the beach in a tiny beach apartment here and we absolutely love it. Adjusting to the downsize from our penthouse in PR took a little time, but we’ve adjusted just fine. You know what took no time at all to adjust to? Affordable air-conditioning. I am not sweating 24/7 anymore, and our electricity bill is no longer equivalent to that of private school tuition every month. I find myself waking up early to walk down to the sand, sip my coffee and watch the sun come up (in a hoodie and sweats because we’re NOT in the Caribbean). Maybe it’s my island-side friends’ social media posts (by the way, going to go ahead and say sorry to everyone I made super jealous of my past life). Or the fact that it gets pretty damn cold in North Florida. Although, since I’m an honest human, I’m kind of into wearing cozy scarves and jackets now that I’ve finally purchased some.
I’m not really sure what I’m here to write about. Maybe I just feel the need to write, catch y’all up on my life, and guess what, that’s kind of the point of a blog, isn’t it? I’ve been wanting to re-brand, re-vamp, re-something this blog now that my address has changed, but I just can’t seem to find what I want to share. I will say, the past few months have been so amazing. I’ve been welcomed to a new city, in a way I could never have imagined. The people that have surrounded my husband and me in our first few months here in Jax Beach have been unreal. The warmest, friendliest group ever and I could not be more thankful for that feeling of belonging. As I had mentioned, it wasn’t easy making friends living in a place where the English language wasn’t the first language. It wasn’t that Puerto Rican’s were not friendly, because trust me, they are some of the friendliest people around! But there is a bit of a disconnect that made me feel uncomfortable. And as cliché as this sounds, it wasn’t them—it was me. I got super uncomfortable with my lack of Puertoriqueno language skills and would nervously shut down, unless I was mojito fluent, which must have been a real treat to watch me stutter through the handful of words in my mind’s Spanish dictionary. I don’t miss that. I’m sure somewhere deep down, it made me a better person. Yada yada…But at the end of the day, I appreciate not having to think about my communication with others.
What else do I love about this town and our new life here? Bikes. Not motorcycles, but actual bicycles. We ride our rusty craigslist bikes everywhere we go here. It’s amazing, and hands down top 3 things I love about this town. The struggle of getting from point A to point B in PR seems like a distant memory. Bikes, and Uber and American paved roads are a glorious combination. Not to mention that map apps on your phone actually take you to your intended destination. You don’t really struggle with the whole “arrived” scenario when you’re in a questionable mountain town surrounded by wild horses when you were just trying to find Wal-Mart. “Arriving” is not an issue here. The things you take for granted, I swear.
We recently visited some old friends we had made in PR, and hadn’t seen in a few years. They have also moved back stateside and were very eager to when the opportunity presented itself. When we got together, we couldn’t stop talking about life in PR. We all said we wished we could move back, and would in a heartbeat. But once the sun came up, and we decided maybe we should just visit. As much as nothing can be as blissful as a questionably delicious pincho and a freezing cold Medalla on the beach on a Sunday afternoon on some remote beach in PR, the convenience of America is pretty damn blissful too.
I suppose I’ll stop here in an effort to not bore y’all (yes, I say y’all now). But I hope to find a Jax Beach Life of a Coastie Wife niche that is interesting enough for people to actually read. Hope to start whipping out some of my new tiny kitchen’s favorites recipes too!
Until next time!