I live on a Caribbean island. Yes the luxurious warm salty waves, sand, palm trees waving in the air, coconuts to spare. Sounds dreamy until you arrive that is. You are hit with a wall of heat, packed full of humidity, cockroaches in your bedroom and no matter how many you kill they keep making an appearance. Yes this is my island. I always wonder how I got here, I never planned it. My dream was Russia, the motherland, and I did go there twice, but for some reason I am here. My favorite thing about living here is probably the beauty and for that I am Thankful.