Everybody just loves them some Keda. Apparently I am some effervescent ray of sunshine, who’s always happy and perky and chipper and positive. Sometimes however, just like any other super human, I get discouraged and depressed about the vicissitudes of life.
So you’ve finally decided to book your dream vacation to that exotic Caribbean Island– St. Kitts. You jump on google and in addition to searching for, ‘how safe is St. Kitts?’ Places to avoid in St. Kitts? Are the people in St. Kitts really cannibals? What is the tourist murder rate in St. Kitts? YouContinue reading “Non-Touristy Things to do in St. Kitts || Island Life”
Hadn’t I been a lazy, demotivated bum (sometimes), that title would have read -‘Yay Me, it’s my 1 year blogging anniversary’ (because I hate the taste of the word blogi*incoherent mumbling*sry).
Every now and again, some fancy ‘schmancy’ pop psychological theory will arise that will tell you how wrong you are living your life and how you need to do this instead, in order to achieve that.
Our island and pretty much the entire Caribbean region, rely heavily on Tourism as a major source of revenue. So when the tourism season kicks off, which is when where you live turn into an icebox -October to April- we first lock the savages away!
How often do you tell yourself “I prefer to be alone,”? If given the chance to live on the earth alone, just you and the animals, would you take it? You probably answered yes or maybe not. Who am I kidding, we all do at some point.
Liar, liar pants on fire, If you tell me that you have never compared yourself to anyone else, wanted to be like somebody else or jealous, even a teenie weenie bit, of someone else. There are times we just aren’t pleased or satisfied with the person we are.
Okay okay! You’ve asked for it, you’ve raved about it, you’ve begged for it and I have heard you! So without further ado, I present ‘Island Life’ the series.
How many of you when you were younger, and probably while being scolded by your parents swore, “when I become a parent I will be the best I can be. I will love my baby, provide everything he/she needs. I will never shout at or spank my kid; I will be their best friend!?”
When I started this blog I envisioned kumbayah pity parties and even the formation of a cult; inviting membership from women all over the world who’d experienced a shitty relationship with a psychopathic, pathological lying asshole or any other brand of asshole.