Planning, packing, and panicking…

So here I am, just 23 days away from indulging myself once again in the beauty of the Exumas, Bahamas.  This will be my third trip to Exuma and it is going to be my home.  Yep.  It will.  See the quote in my “About” page to find out why I would think such a thing.  Haters don’t hate.  I am making it a mission to figure out how to live there.  The most obvious challenge being employment.  The Bahamian Government has strict regulations against hiring non-residents unless a work permit is obtained.  Work permits can only be obtained if there are no citizens that apply for or are qualified for a given job.  Sure I would give anything to paint seashells and be a bartender, but those jobs are easily filled by the wonderful residents of the home country.  And I would never want to take that away from them.  So what else?  I could work for a US company FROM Exuma.   But then I would have to leave every six months (I think) just so I can return.  It’s certainly an option and something I am seriously working on.  Pole dancing is not an option.  Feasible if they had poles, but not desirable.  I’ve always wanted to be a mermaid.  Maybe I could bring back the Weeki-Wachee performances and boast a matted wig, tie a tube to my face, and frolic around pretending I can swim with my feet tied together.  Hmph.  Decisions, decisions.  More on that later I suppose. 

Anyhoo, this trip will last a little over 3 weeks.  I haven’t planned a thing and I’m not sure I’m going to.  But that makes me panic a little.  You see, I’m a little neurotic.  A lot neurotic.  I like to know exactly what I’m going to accomplish during a vacation.  The time or day doesn’t matter, but I must check every box off my list.  I am super eager to meet some residents I have already chatted up:  Rosemary Minns (owner of my accommodation called Halcyon), Tamara and Dallas Knowles (owners of Out Island Explorers), and many more to come.  They have all been invaluable in helping me figure out what to do and how to do it.  Can’t wait to give them all a big high five.  Or hug.  Or whatever awkward motion just happens.  See I’m already planning for that.  Weird.

I’ve started my packing already but packing for a 3 week trip is not something I have ever attempted.  It’s a little overwhelming if I say so myself.  I’m not so much worried about clothes as I am my ancillary “things”.  Hell I predict I will be wearing my bathing suits so much that I’ll have to make new ones out of coconuts and fishing line.  Ok, ok, I will put that on my list of things to do: make bathing suit out of coconuts and fishing line.  My “things” are things I can’t just go buy in Exuma, or that don’t cost three times what it does in the states.  Cameras, snorkeling gear, waterproof bag, backpack, electronics, knife, sunscreen, etc.  Lots and lots of “things”.  Exuma is a fairly primitive island so I will need to prepare well.

For the time being, I don’t plan on renting a car.  The home I am staying in is just a 10 minute walk from town.  So I will get a lot of miles in on this trip.  My legs better look like Nicole Wilkins’ when I get back (just google her and enjoy my secret girl crush).  I also secretly hope to meet people at the hotels and bars that might, just might, let me tag along with them on their adventures.  Oooooh I could be their tour guide in exchange for rides to and fro!!!  I’ve been to the top and the bottom of the island so many times I bet I could show them around.  Winning!

23 days is going to creep by and my neurotic pessimistic self is already anticipating the END of my trip and how I’m going to feel when I come back.  Stop that, stop it right now I say (to myself).  I shall enjoy the preparations for this solo adventure and embrace whatever weather, hurdles, or pigs (literally) get in my way.  So leave you with this (also from You are a Badass): “If you want to live a life you’ve never lived, you have to do things you’ve never done.”  And so I shall.

One thought on “Planning, packing, and panicking…

  1. Tim says:

    Check out “” – it was a great reference when I packed up and took off to China for a month.

    “You are stronger than you think you are and can do more than you think you can.” No exactly poetic, but good to remember when you feel panicky.


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