Remember that time when I moved out of Brooklyn, put in my notice at work, and hopped on a plane to Jamaica? Because that just happened.

To some this may have seemed like a hasty life decision, a bit of an adult temper tantrum to not liking the way things were. But to many of my nearest and dearest, this came as no surprise. I am strong believer that if I’m not happy with the way my life is going, then I should take a risk and mix it up. So I did just that. For the next six weeks, I’ll be embracing the college life at University of West Indies, learning all about the health system in Jamaica while attempting to gain some nursing skills, and soaking up some sun responsibly with heavily sunscreened skin.

Life here is considerably slower than its NYC counterpart so expect to see some more activity in these parts of the interwebs with hard-hitting topics such as:

- how to be freezing cold for hours on end in a tropical country

- where to find vegetarian food options when staying with Rastafarians

- dorm room decorating for the post-graduate

How have you all been? Anyone else spend the change of seasons humming some David Bowie while packing bags for a new locale?