The Reluctant Immigrant

I left Jamaica, my love, 4 years ago. I moved to the US to be with my then boyfriend, now husband and love of my life.  Not in search of anything - no milk, no honey, no better opportunity. Moving here was the one thing I always said I wouldn't do. The last 4 years have been bitter sweet. While I am not yet me.

I am in a better place today than I was even a 1 day ago.

Although I still speak of living in Jamaica in the present tense.

I am not a Ja-merican or any other hyphenated or concocted pseudo American. I am a daughter, wife, friend, sister, dreamer, worker etc who happens to live in America. Being an immigrant does not define me. 

As a reluctant immigrant, my conversations tend to shock people. I am going to use this space to sort out a few hesitations, perception, misconceptions and opportunities.

Tamika