Dear England,

So it’s been a while since my last letter – I’ve long known I’m the worst writer in the world without any ability to keep updates consistantly regular but I still enjoy it enough whenever I find myself back at my little corner of the internet to make it worthwhile to keep it up.

I’ve now been a Cayman resident for almost 2 years and I feel somewhat like an old hand. I have my social circle, hobbies, work routines and even a couple of regular gigs so I don’t feel like I’ve completely sold out on the dream of being a professional musician. I love the island and I love its people, its spirit and its warm weather. I think my favourite thing about the place is that you can go anywhere and know somebody there; you’re never a stranger and it does really feel very safe and very peaceful pretty much everywhere. Gone is the rat race feeling of living in the UK, and even the bad weather days are pretty tropical feeling. I’ve also really been throwing myself in to the world of CrossFit over the last year and have really being noticing big changes in the shape of my body, particularly my arms. Hopefully the weight changes will follow but I’m a lot happier with myself than I was this time a year ago, which for me is major progress.

But despite all the positives, lately I’ve been getting a bit restless. For all its good points, Cayman is an incredibly small place. A small island that is getting busier every day, whether with more tourists to visit the new hotels popping up along the Seven Mile Beach Strip, or new expats coming to Cayman to fill new jobs made by such hotels. The knock on effect of this is more cars on the roads, more expensive rentals and a generally busier atmosphere on the island – not ideal when the main benefits of moving to a small tax-haven of island are escaping the crowds and saving some money. Also I’ve lately been getting a bit of cabin fever so it’s been great to escape for a few weeks and head to the UK for a well deserved break.

Being home rekindles those familiar feelings of homesickness in me. I’ve missed my friends SO much, and generally just being back around Manchester and being able to do any sort of activity that takes my fancy. There really is no limit and I really took that for granted when I lived here. I missed being in the Army Reserves band too so it’s been nice to do rehearsals and gigs with them while I’ve been back. The only drawback to being here has been the weather – it’s been FREEZING and wet, drizzly and gray for the majority of the time so part of me has been craving the warmth of the Caribbean sun.

So I’ve felt for a little while like I’m approaching a crossroads. I like Cayman and I like my lifestyle there, but I don’t know how long I can realistically stay there. I feel like there’s so much more of the world to see and so much more that I need to do. I can see myself there for another year but then I’ve no idea what I want or even where. Hopefully the smoke will clear in 12 months time and I’ll be more inspired but in the meantime I’m going to try to make the most of Cayman life as much as I can.

That means working hard at my fitness and getting my Cayman bikini body looking FIERCE (I’ve been watching too much RuPaul!), Batabano, getting my PADI qualification and actually going diving (can’t believe I haven’t done that yet!) and getting some big music gigs going on the beaches. I can’t sit in every night watching netflix any more – the world won’t wait.

Forever yours,



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