The Reverse Bucket List: 25 Things I’ve Checked Off In 25 Years

The Reverse Bucket List: 25 Things I’ve Checked Off In 25 Years

We all have a list of things we’d like to do within this lifetime…but do we ever stop to think about all the amazing things we’ve experienced so far? 25 years on planet earth may seem like a long time or a short time depending on who you ask. I do not think there is any dispute however, in saying that there is a lot of lessons to be learned and fun to be had in the first 25 years of a life! In today’s blog, to commemorate my 25th journey around the sun, I will be taking some time to reflect on my top 25 favorite and/or most memorable experiences in no particular order…AKA the Reverse Bucket List. I hope this inspires you to write down your own! (You’ve got a lot of writing to do if you’re over 50! Hehe.

1. Went skydiving with Bryan in Miami

2. Ran my first ever marathon in Minneapolis

3. Studied abroad in Madrid with Emma

4. Scored a game-winning OT goal against Bemidji

5. Learned how to waterski and barefoot from my dad

1. Skydiving in Miami
2. At the Minnesota State Capitol after finishing my first ever marathon
3. Emma and I in the Puerta del Sol during our first week in Madrid
4. Playing soccer for SCSU vs. Northern (not the same game described above!)
5. From left: Demi, Angie, Raayn, and myself quadruple-skiing behind my dad’s boat on Chain Lake

6. Bought a moped named Valentina and taught myself how to ride her

7. Got asked on a date by my Spanish tutor and immediately fell in love

8. Fostered a dog named Maggie and actually enjoyed the experience! (Apologies to Bo…my kitty back home)

9. Got a belly button piercing with my college teammates (it didn’t stay in very long)

10. Recreated the Tommy Bartlett waterski show with all my cousins at the cabin “Up North”

6. With my scooter, Valentina
7. Bryan and I at the cabin in Pine Lake, MN where he proposed
8. Maggie, the foster pup
9. In St. Cloud, MN getting ready for a very traumatic belly button piercing session
10. Me when I was 10 getting ready to ski from the dock in the “Fearing Ski Show”

11. Competed in the world championship for jump-roping in Bloomer, WI (if you know, you know)

12.Was a contestant in the Ms. Reedsburg pageant and failed miserably

13. Learned how to brew my own kombucha

14. Went cliff jumping with Bryan at the Calas in Mallorca

15. Went to France with Demi and celebrated the French world cup victory with the locals

11. Me with my jump rope trophy in Reedsburg. As you can see I was going through a bit of an Avril Lavigne punk phase.
12. Riding in a parade float as one of the Ms. Reedsburg contestants, relieved that it was over and vowing to never do something like that ever again
13. With a bottle of my ginger berry kombucha
14. Jumping from a cliff at Cala Llombards in Mallorca
15. Demi and I at an outdoor bar in Marseille watching France play in the World Cup

16. Went camping on Madeline Island with my high school besties and had our campsite ransacked by a bear

17. Became an aunt to baby Clyde!

18. Moved to a Caribbean island amidst a global pandemic

19. Visited the Today show in New York City (even got on camera!)

20. Walked around Paris in the rain and ate some macaroons

16. (From left) Raayn, Angie, Demi, and myself enjoying the beach at Madeline Island, blissfully unaware of the fact we were cohabitating with bears.
17. My nephew Clyde who I have no pictures with yet because I have been trapped on an island most of his life!!
18. Living my best life in the Caribbean! (Still amidst a global pandemic)
19. Our view from the Today show in NYC!
20. Eating a macaroon in Paris during a rare moment when it was not raining

21. Got front row seats to a George Ezra concert at First Avenue in Minneapolis

22. Partied with my brother and friends in Madison, WI to celebrate my 21st birthday (Complete with the infamous Wando’s fish bowl, JJ riding a mechanical bull, and walking through ice and snow in heels)

23. Took a family trip out west and saw the Grand Canyon

24. Kissed a stingray in Grand Cayman

25. Made a wish and threw my penny into the Trevi fountain in Rome

21. Bryan and I waiting for the George Ezra concert!
22. Keagan and I both celebrating our 21st birthdays in Madison
23. Me, my mom, and Chase at the Grand Canyon. I have clearly arrived at a very fashionable moment in my life.
24. Bryan and I holding a Stingray (that we later kissed) in Grand Cayman
25. Tossing my penny into the Trevi Fountain in Rome. Having a Lizzie McGuire moment.

That’s a wrap! While obviously this is not an exhaustive list, it definitely highlights some of the most memorable moments and events from over the past couple decades. Once I got rolling, so many memories came flooding back to me — so many so that I obviously couldn’t include them all in my reverse bucket list! I highly recommend this exercise to anyone, whether it be for a birthday or for the New Year (or any time of the year, really). It’s such a fun excuse to go back and look at old photos and reminisce on your journeys around the sun! Next year when I turn 26 I will have to do it again and see how much I can add 🙂 Happy birthday to me! Thanks for reading — Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

Return of the Mice + COVID Test

Return of the Mice + COVID Test

Hi there. Thought I wouldn’t be posting again until I was released from isolation BUT writing proves to be therapeutic for me and the last 48 hours have been quite traumatic for someone with a recently self-diagnosed rodent phobia. While I thought I was safe in my new room, I couldn’t hide for long. That’s right. The mice struck again. And this time…not just one. 

The clock struck 11 pm, seemingly the hour in which mice like to wake from their slumber and scavenge for vegan leftovers such as chickpeas and sweet potato. I had just brushed my teeth and was heading for the bedroom. I had tried so hard for the past few days to correct my sleep schedule and I had my sights set on a solid 8 hours of sleep. The mice had a different plan. I turned the corner to the living room and SCREAMED. NO! NOOOOOO. A mouse scurried in front of me, his little tail flapping in the wind. F*CK!! I sprinted across the living room to the bed room, slammed the door shut, and stuffed towels underneath the door. Safe. I was safe…or so I thought. I called Bryan practically in tears and directed my obscenities and “why me’s” at the phone. I began to calm myself and sat down on the bed, ready to call the front desk yet again. And then…ANOTHER ONE!?! I jumped up on the bed, any feeling of tiredness had gone out the window. I wished the mice would do the same. 

Prior to seeing the second mouse, I had (for a fleeting moment) considered riding it out in the bedroom until morning. I thought about what my mom and I had talked about. That part in the Green Mile when he befriends a mouse and names him Mr. Jingles. Could I adopt the same mentality? There were some similarities in our story except of course the part about being on death row for a crime I didn’t commit. No… sorry Mr. Jingles. We couldn’t be friends, you had been too intrusive. 

So, I repeated the same routine as a week ago. I sprinted back and forth across the room, packing up, throwing things in garbage bags. Security came up to deliver yet another key to a new room. Upon arriving at the new room, I did not feel any sense of relief. It was on the same floor, directly across the hall from my first room where there was a mouse. This is so ridiculous, I thought. After a bit of complaining, the next morning the facilities manager proposed that I be transferred to a new hotel. YES!!! Please!! Nope, just kidding…that was not a good idea after all. But, they could move me to a higher floor. Sure…I mean I was already packed. My entire life was still on the luggage cart inside my room. So, later that day I moved to the third floor where I am apparently the only person on the floor. In room #4 I shoved towels into all the crevices where a rodent could possibly enter. I sprayed the room with clorox (kills viruses, deters rodents?) I forced myself to eat all the food they delivered (they provide huge portions) so that I did not have any residual food smells in my room. I couldn’t understand how this seemed to only be happening to me! I guess I am just the fan favorite.

Being that I hadn’t slept well in days, I was actually tired enough that I felt I would fall asleep without problem. If you have ever stayed in a hotel, you know the frustration of getting into bed when they tight-tuck all the sheets and comforter under the mattress. Well, when you are being actively pursued by a gang of vegan mice, you find comfort in being securely tucked in. So I slept for almost 12 hours and awoke with a clear mind and less anxiety. I concluded that if I went to bed before 11 and didn’t get up for anything, there is no way I would see a mouse. So that is my strategy for my last night of quarantine!

It is now 10:40 am, I am awaiting the call to go take my COVID test. I put on mascara and everything. I simply could not be more excited to have a swab stuck up my nose!

[Update] 11:30 am, May 30th

COVID test has been taken! Funny that we had to wait 2 weeks for a 2 second test. For those who haven’t had the test, they basically stick an extra long q-tip up your nose, but like, really far up there. I wouldn’t say it hurt but it was definitely a weird feeling that I continued to feel even after they removed the swab. The staff was very kind and tried to calm my nerves. If they only knew what I had been through the past two weeks. Hehe. 

I returned to my room, celebrated the completed test, now awaiting the results. The staff here is confident our results will be back by tomorrow morning and we will be able to leave sometime later in the day. (I am knocking on wood as I type this.) 

This time, I really hope you do not hear from me again. PLEASE let the next 24 hours be uneventful and blissfully boring. See you on the other side! 

10 Things I Learned in Cayman Quarantine

10 Things I Learned in Cayman Quarantine
  1. I guess I don’t actually need “Happy Hour” every day. At the government isolation center (AKA Comfort Suites), alcohol and other drugs are strictly prohibited. They neither serve alcohol nor do they allow outsiders to deliver any. That being said, it will be 15 days or so for me without drinking. I mean, don’t get the wrong idea. I am hardly an alcoholic. However, like many throughout this pandemic, I have enjoyed the more than occasional at-home happy hour with my parents. Indulging in a Bloody Mary or whatever spiked seltzer is trending at the time. (My fav is still Press even though it is so last summer). Arriving to quarantine knowing these happy hours were going to be on hold from 2+ weeks was a bummer. Nothing like arriving in paradise and being denied both the beach and the piña colada that comes with it. I mean THE TORTURE… Anyyyyyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah. I don’t “need” happy hour. Or do I? Jury’s still out. 
  1. Sometimes you just have to turn off the news and binge 48 hours of Sex and the City. Nothing like hours of dysfunctional relationships to make a day fly by. Again, don’t get me wrong. Of course the news is important. Especially now with constant virus-related updates. But sometimes, the trials and tribulations of Carrie and Big’s on-again, off-again romance take precedence. Hopefully I didn’t lose any readership with this one. (**This news hiatus happened over Memorial Day Weekend. A lot has happened even since then that does require our attention)

3. Maybe a rodent in your house is a blessing in disguise? All I know is that after the mouse encounter, life in isolation improved markedly. 1. I got a bigger room 2. I got a hot shower 3. I got a new view which allowed Bryan and I to reunite via the window! Guys, I am the real life Rapunzle. Except my hair isn’t long enough to let down. Maybe next time?

  1. Education and training is required in the culinary arts of vegan desserts. Let me start by saying that I am very satisfied with the food here and overjoyed that vegan options even exist. Wherever this food is coming from, I give them 5 stars. HOWEVER. The vegan “desserts” they have given me, if you can call them desserts, have been utterly confusing. One night they gave me a cup of rice pudding with corn and an unidentifiable yellowish syrup. Another night they gave me this lump of solid green gelatin? Which is not vegan at all actually. Gelatin is made from prolonged boiling of skin, cartilage, and bones from animals. So that is VERY confusing. Another night they gave me a cooked plantain with frosting. (That one I ate). In conclusion, just give me the damn chocolate chip cookie.
Vegan Banana Pancakes (my favorite breakfast so far)
  1. Literally any space can be used for movement. For example, the recreational space they provided for us (a stretch of a parking lot and a little bit of grass), is not the ideal space to run long distances. ALAS, I have run the mile multiple times in that area during the 20 minutes they allot us. Granted, they are the slowest miles I have ever run but hey, it’s still an accomplishment! Have to make due with the space you have and move your body in any way that you can! Also, thank god for YouTube and its endless library of free workout videos. 
  1. Jamaican juice is delicious and addicting. With most of our meals they give us a bottle of water. However, every once in a while they give us a juice box instead. Which is really funny to me. I am one of those annoying people who reads the label and nutritional contents of food and beverages and I was not surprised to find this little box of juice contains 24 grams of added sugar…about the same as a can of soda. BUT, it is from Jamaica. Which, I don’t know, somehow makes it a superior juice box. So… after hoarding them for a few days, I finally broke down and had one. And guys. This juicebox was EVERYTHING. I have never tasted anything so miraculous. I guess these make up for my rice & corn pudding desserts.
  1. In the absence of squirrels, chickens are just as fun to watch from your window. That is all. I just love them.
  1. I guess I like puzzles. I guess I do! My friend Emily, basically my only friend on the island besides Bryan, was kind enough to deliver a few of her puzzles to me at the hotel. I did them in record time and loved every minute of it. What a relaxing, mindless activity. Almost as mindless as Sex and the City. 
  1. Good ideas can come to you when you take time to unplug. This has been such a revelation for me. Never has writing come so easy to me as during this quarantine. I hope that even when I leave here I can maintain this clearheadedness. It has helped me hugely in the creativity department. Not just with the blog but also in working on my Teachers Pay Teachers (TPT) store. In a society that equates productivity with success, I have learned that it’s actually quiet time and headspace that give way to really great ideas and energy! And allow you to be even more productive when the time is right! (The time isn’t always right. Sometimes what you need is to watch chickens from the window while draining a Jamaican juicebox).
  1. We depend on each other. Take time to appreciate others! Not to be overly didactic…I am going to make this short and sweet. But seriously, as independent and strong as you may be, you couldn’t survive for very long without the support of others. I’m so grateful for all the people who made sure I got here safely, for the volunteers who deliver my food and water everyday, and for the friends and family who check in with me to see how I am doing. We all make up a small part of the whole! One day you are the one helping and the next you are the one who needs help. We’ve got this!

So, as you can see I have learned a lot during my time here in government isolation! While my time here is not quite over, this is the last time I will blog from quarantine. I will be taking the COVID test on Saturday (May 30) with hopes of getting the results back in 24 hours and leaving on Sunday. Next time you hear from me I will be free and at home with Bryan! As always, thanks for reading! Until next time 🙂

Vegans, chickens, and mice OH MY!

Vegans, chickens, and mice OH MY!

It was day 5. I was really starting to settle into my new “home.” With some of my clothing unpacked in drawers, toiletries neatly organized in the bathroom, and food stocked in the cabinets and fridge, I was ready for the long haul. I felt so comfortable in the space that I went as far as to lay on the floor not once, but MULTIPLE times for my ab workouts and yoga sessions. Yep, everything was smooth sailing. Until I realized…I wasn’t the only one who was feeling at home in the room. 

Around 11 pm on night 5 I was sitting on my bed with my computer when I saw a little black something crawling on the floor by the couch. Oh that’s nothing, probably a shadow. Double take. Nope, not a shadow. Definitely…a MOUSE. NO NO NO. MOUSE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? 

Now…I like to think I am something of a nature person. You know, at one with the animals and all… but THIS? I am not proud when I tell you that I went into full freak out mode. My skin was crawling and my breathing was out of control. Apparently the last few months of my meditation app did nothing to help me in this mouse crisis situation. So naturally I called Bryan to video chat all the while on my safe bed island. He coached me through it and we devised a game plan but the problem is that everything I needed to take the first steps was located in the same area as the mouse house (aka the couch). I mustered up the courage, sprinted to my shoes, sprinted back to the bed and put them on. I felt better with shoes on. The next step was to get to the phone and call the “emergency” number. As much as I hate myself for saying this, YES a mouse in my hotel room IS an emergency in my book.

The man on the phone proposed a solution: let the mouse have the room and I would move to a new one. I agreed. Sorry mousey, this room ain’t big enough for the both of us. The staff left a new room key outside my door and told me I should pack all my things. I tried to minimize the amount of time I had to spend in the room by taking a garbage bag and throwing all the unpacked items in. Sprinting across the room, standing on all available furniture (Except the sofa of course). I then started throwing all my luggage out in the hall, not being quiet at all. Apologies fellow quarantiners but we had a situation on our hands. In the process of doing all this and trying to keep my shit together I saw a large bug skitter across the table and let out an audible scream. Sorry, Comfort Suites but every time I see a living creature in your hotel, you lose a star.

Finally, I had gathered up all my belongings and put them outside the door. By the time I was done packing I had regained composure and some of my fear subsided and I actually contemplated staying and sharing the room with the mouse. HA, just kidding. But I did realize how irrational my fear was and laughed inwardly at the fact that mice are completely oblivious to how much (some) humans fear them. I am sure he had just gotten wind of the fact that I don’t eat meat and thought we could have a sympatico shared residence. 

So, at almost midnight I began to haul all my luggage down the hallway (same floor thankfully) to room 201. When I entered, I realized that the mouse had awarded me an upgrade. While it is probably not any bigger than my last room, it is two bedroom, two bathroom, with a hot shower (my last shower never got warm), and a much improved view! This view may even allow Bryan to come wave to me! (Stay tuned). As soon as I set my stuff down I called Bryan back and he made me check all the crevices in the room for more mice. My skin was still doing its creepy-crawly thing and my mind was on high alert. My search came up negative but what would I have done if I had found another? Move to another room? With more mice? And who knows how long that mouse and I were living in harmony before me even knowing it. Probably all 5 days.

Anyway, after my search I unpacked a bit and showered and then tried to sleep but I think there was some residual adrenaline in my system and I didn’t feel tired. FINALLY around 3 am, I kind of drifted off. But then. THEN. Chickens.

At 3 something in the morning one ill-mannered rooster posted up right outside my window and decided it was as good a time as ever to let out some cockle-doodle-doos. With gusto. And not just one. Not two. I kid you not, this dude was cockle-doodle-dooing for more than 10 minutes straight. At that point I just had to laugh. Do you think the animals are trying to communicate with me? Maybe they sense that I care for them on a personal level and just want to be friends? Whatever the case may be, they sure do make for a good blog. But here’s to hoping the next 10+ days of my quarantine are uneventful and rodent-free. I will continue to respect mice from a distance but I do not need to share a bed with them. Thanks for reading 🙂

PS. Our eyes rarely deceive us. If you think you saw a mouse, you probably saw a mouse. 

An Unexpected Turn of Events Pt. 2!

An Unexpected Turn of Events Pt. 2!

From Airside to Isolation 

Greetings from quarantine! This is not your everyday honor-system quarantine that you can do from the comfort of your own home. The fact that I can even say that so nonchalantly speaks to how much COVID19 has infiltrated our sense of normalcy. But no, I am not self-isolating with Bryan — I am in a Cayman government controlled isolation center. While my accommodations during this isolation are far from grim (I am at a hotel), the procedures surrounding it are in fact as intense and thorough as they sound! 

Let’s start from the very beginning — my arrival to the island. After deboarding the plane, we were greeted by fully gowned and masked staff who cheerfully welcomed us home. (Remember that all the passengers save me apparently were local Caymanians or permanent residents). I played my part and said “Thank you! It’s so good to be home!” 😉 Entering the airport, everyone was screened and had their temperatures taken. We were all issued room keys for our hotel accommodations and then escorted to the front of the airport where our luggage was loaded into a truck and we were loaded into a bus (all while maintaining our 6 feet of course). Surrounding the buses of recent arrivals were a scattering of police officers and their vehicles. When we finally did pull away from the airport to make our way to the hotel, we had a police escort leading in front and following behind. On our way, many people who were out walking stopped to watch us go by — some with dirty looks, others with friendly waves.

When we got to the hotel, we collected our luggage and waited in line to take the elevator to our designated floor. Only one could go on at a time and a staff member had to press the button for each person. I got on the elevator to the second floor – room 217. Upon entering I found a paper with important info along with a food menu for the entire week. I sat down with these pieces of paper that were about to dictate my life for the next 14+ days and began to mentally prepare.

A Day In The Life: 

Where am I? While the words “Government Quarantine” may bring to mind images of sterile and cold surroundings, my current accommodations are actually quite plush. I am at a nice hotel (albeit with no patio), with views of palm trees, flowers, and a parking lot. I have a kitchenette, a sofa, a desk, and two beds. I haven’t yet jumped back and forth on them like I did when I was 5 and my parents would take my brother and I to a hotel, but the quarantine is young. The hotel is made up of 5 floors and each floor is occupied by passengers from the MIA > GCM flight. If I had to estimate, I would say there are about 70-100 of us. I am quite bad at estimations. The hotel is barricaded by tall, solid fencing. This keeps us inside when we are able to have our “recreation” time and it keeps family and friends from walking up outside the windows. Way to ruin the fun, Cayman. 

What am I eating? Well, if you have been following me on Instagram, you know very well what I am eating because I take a picture of every single meal! Upon arrival, we received a menu with 2-3 options for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Being that I am vegan, I had no idea what to expect and had imagined I would have to modify a bit and just be vegetarian for these weeks but to my pleasant surprise, they have a vegan option listed for EVERY SINGLE MEAL. Ladies and gentlemen, we are not in the Midwest anymore. Meals are delivered by the staff and volunteers. We all put little side tables out in the hallway and they set the meals on there and knock on the door. We are instructed not to open the door for a few minutes until the volunteers have left. As you can see below, the containers they serve the food in are adorable and the food is delicious. Even a carnivore could enjoy them! Breakfast is served between 8 and 8:30, lunch between 12:30 and 1, and dinner between 6:00 and 6:30. On the first night, they also brought us a “welcome home” bag full of snacks. I am trying to ration the snack bag but how could I not break into the Nutter Butter’s immediately? I mean come on, those things are amazing. My one complaint is that sometimes instead of a water with our meals they bring us Jamaican juice boxes that despite being tiny still manage to fit 24 grams of sugar within. I did break down and try one. It was really good, I won’t lie.

What in the world do you do all day? Earlier this spring amid COVID school closure I was teaching online with SHS but we already had our last day of school! That being said, I have no “official” work to do. Since I am going to be here for what feels like a long time, I tried to build some structure in my day by creating a daily schedule. One of the most important items on the schedule is RECREATIONAL TIME. Recreational time my friends refers to the whopping 20 minutes of outdoor time I am allotted each day (3:15-3:35) to leave my room and go outdoors. That means that at 3:14 I am at my hotel room door eagerly waiting for the minute hand to strike 15. I make my way to the stairwell, use the provided sanitizer, and hustle to the ground floor where I emerge free and floating into the Caribbean sunshine. I have watched other people use their recreational time from my window (I am not creepy, I am just isolated), and let me tell you, they are doing it wrong. They just pace around the parking lot and look at their phones. Lame, right? If you think I am going to spend my precious recreation time on my phone you are wrong. No, no, no. I came equipped with a jump rope and resistance bands and I make that outdoor area my arena. Of course since recreational time is just a mere 20 minutes, there is a lot of time in my day yet to be accounted for…alone in my hotel room. Don’t you worry. I am keeping busy! But if I told you all about my daily routine right now then what would I write about in the next blog?

Someday over the rainbow…

So you really can’t see Bryan? When will you get out of there? Due to the barricade they so lovingly installed along the perimeter of the hotel, there is no possible, legal way for family and friends to get close enough to wave or talk via the windows. People can drop off packages with reception to be delivered to our rooms but they cannot themselves deliver them. UGH. Also, I am not totally sure what day we are on. Was the night we arrived considered Day 1? Or Day 0? Day 15 is when we are all going to take a COVID test but the results can take 48 to 72 hours (possibly longer). That could mean an extra 3+ days of isolation. So while I AM keeping track of days, I am also trying not to think of how many are left. There is still a long road ahead but I am counting my blessings as there are many amazing people here taking very good care of us and I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel! Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned for more quarantine updates! 🙂

An Unexpected Turn of Events Pt. 1

An Unexpected Turn of Events Pt. 1

Monday, May 11th. 4:53 pm. The email reads: “You have been allocated a seat on the flight from Miami — Grand Cayman on Friday 15th May.”

I received this email only HOURS after my first blog post. The post in which I said “I have no idea what the next few months will bring.” AKA I was planning to live the next 2+ months in Reedsburg with my parents. And in an abrupt and seemingly random turn of events, I was trying to figure out how I could possibly move abroad with only four days notice. 

I relay this earth-shattering news to my parents. My mom responds with a genuine laugh as if I am joking. My dad becomes super focused and asks “Do you think you can pull this off?” Can we? Could we? My response: “I think so.”

Well spoiler alert: I made it! But before I tell you how this all went down, you may be wondering why this news was so surprising and why it came out of left field. Here’s a bit of context: There has been a travel ban in the Cayman Islands since the end of March. Nobody in and nobody out without special government permission. At this time, you cannot purchase a flight to Cayman in the traditional sense. You can’t go on Kayak and book a trip online. The only way you are getting a seat on a plane is if the government organizes the trip for you and the organized trips are few and far between — and for good reason. The Cayman government has implemented effective mitigation and thanks to that there has been very little (virtually no) community spread of the virus. Anyone who arrives on Island during the pandemic has to go into Government-controlled isolation for a minimum of 14 days. After 14 days, those in isolation are tested for COVID and only upon a negative result are they allowed to leave the facility (a hotel). More to come on this later!

SO what’s crazy is that these trips have so far only been organized for local Caymanians and permanent residents of the Island. At this moment in time, I don’t necessarily fit the description of someone who would be granted permission to enter. At least I didn’t think so. Despite this, I had emailed the Island’s travel hotline and in a Hail Mary attempt explained mine and Bryan’s situation. A week or so later, this email showed up in my inbox completely unannounced. It goes to show, and as my mom always says, if you want something in life you have to ask for it.

Okay, back to the logistical nightmare that was getting ready to move to a Caribbean island with 4 days notice. Well, to be sure, this move would not have been possible without my trooper parents. As much as I know they were sad and would have loved for me to stay with them all summer…they (hardly) let it show and dropped everything to make this happen for me. They took off three days of work! Wednesday to move me out of my apartment, Thursday to take me to Chicago, and Friday to drive all the way back. First, they met me in Saint Paul to pack up my apartment. It was already partially packed up as I was planning to move out by the end of May, but we did the last bit of heavy lifting, turned in my keys, and waved goodbye to the Twin Cities. I also got to see some of my SHS co-workers, shoutout Jennifer, Natalie, Josh, and Geoff! 

Thursday was dedicated to packing my suitcases. Let me say that I have never been one to live by the “minimalist philosophy; however, when you are moving to another country and can only take with you two checked bags, a carry-on, and a personal item, you are kind of forced to practice Marie Kondo’s “does this spark joy?” tool. The problem? Everything was sparking joy. What I had to do was divide my belongings into piles: YES, maybe, and no. The good news is that the entire YES pile made it into my luggages. However, the ‘maybe’ pile was left in the dust. But I will be back for it! Another problem was that my beloved cat Bo kept climbing into my suitcases and he looked so cute so I had to stop to take pictures. 

At the end of a long day of packing, we loaded up my dad’s truck, I telepathically communicated to Bo what was happening, and we hit the road. See you soon Reedsburg! Our last stop before Chicago was to see my brother Chase, my sister-in-law Colleen, and my brand new nephew, Clyde. We grilled out, visited on their patio, and stared at little baby Clyde, fascinated by his cuteness. I tried to telepathically communicate with Clyde too but I only have practice with cats, baby telepathy is a little new for me. 

Later that night we arrived at a Park-Sleep-Fly right by O’hare so we could sleep at least a few hours. We left the hotel a little after 3 am (again, my parents are troopers). They pulled me up outside the American Airlines counter and that is where we had to say our goodbyes 🙁

Nervous? Scared? Sad? Excited? Yes, literally all those emotions and more. I don’t think there is a playbook for how someone is supposed to feel when they leave the only home they’ve ever known (the midwest) and move to a different country — not to mention during a global pandemic. Saying goodbye to friends and family is never easy but this experience so far has made me realize how grateful I am for the relationships I have formed not only with amazing people but also with places. I am so lucky to have a support system that is sad to see me go but equally excited for this adventure that Bryan and I get to live. With that being said, thank you so much to my parents and to those friends and family members who have supported me in preparing for this new chapter. I will see you all soon and when I do I will be tan (but a healthy tan okay, sun protection is still important) and ready to P A R T Y! I don’t know what that means but it felt right to say it. Social distancing is getting to me.

So, as you can see by the title of this blog…this is only part one of “An Unexpected Turn of Events.” I have so much more to fill you in on but unfortunately many people lack the patience for reading (bless your heart if you made it this far) so I am going to break this crazy story into two parts. What I can leave you with is that while no, Bryan and I have not yet been reunited, I HAVE arrived safe and sound on Island! Random luck? Meant to be? Your guess is as good as mine 🙂

Stay tuned for Part 2 to learn about what life is like in Cayman Government Quarantine!!!

Thanks for reading!

Why I Moved To The Cayman Islands

Why I Moved To The Cayman Islands

Let’s be clear here. I am not typically a spontaneous, go-with-the-flow kind of person. Or at least I haven’t been historically. Moving to a different country, a tiny island in the middle of the ocean, is not a life move I am taking lightly. 24 years of residing in the ever dependable Mid-western states of Wisconsin and Minnesota have instilled within me a certain penchant for stability and predictability. Yes, the Midwest. Where the items that fluctuate most are which weekend in July we are going to spend at our cabin and whether or not we are still going to be dealing with that GD snow in April. To be certain, I am not in any way cutting down this style of living…I actually thrive on it. I am simply providing some context on what this move represents for me. I have already moved from Reedsburg to St. Cloud and then from St. Cloud to Minneapolis…so the most logical next step would obviously be Minneapolis to Grand Cayman. Duh!

Starfish Point at sunset

 You may be thinking…What? Huh? Why? Wow, lucky. How millennial of you. Are your parents okay? Before I go full-send, let’s back up a bit. It all began with a book. A book? Yes, a book…while kind of. Last summer, the (very) tentative 5 year plan that Bryan and I had devised virtually dissolved. We were left with a wide-open playing field and some very interesting decisions to make in a not so very long amount of time. Enter “the book.” This book that I speak of was none other than “The Firm,” by John Grisham…a book I borrowed from my brother, didn’t return (sorry Chase), and then later lent to Bryan. It was also made into a movie starring Tom Cruise in his prime (swoon). I loved this book so much that I insisted Bryan read it…which he did. Bryan loved the book too. His interest was piqued not only because of Grisham’s enticing story-telling abilities, but also because of the setting of the novel — the Cayman Islands. Most people who are excited by the idea of a tropical paradise fulfill their interest by looking at vacation options or watching an episode of “Caribbean Life” on HGTV. As you may have already guessed, Bryan and I aren’t most people. Well…Bryan definitely isn’t. He is markedly unique. Rather than turning to TripAdvisor, he turned to “Employment Opportunities.” Low and behold, there was a position open at an accounting firm in Grand Cayman that matched his qualifications. He applied. He interviewed. He got the job! 

The Blowholes

So…now what? As I mentioned earlier, I am not a spontaneous person. I am not a spur-of-the-moment, let’s-pack-up-and-move kind person. We learned about this opportunity in July and Bryan’s job started the beginning of October. However, I was due back teaching in Somerset, a job I really loved, at the end of August. I had nothing secured in Cayman and at first glance, many teaching positions there required at least 2 years of experience. I only had one. In hindsight, I know we could have made it work. I would have found something. But change is hard, and I couldn’t bring myself to leave my job and my home of 24 years on such short notice. Plus, my parents would have had a conniption. So, Bryan and I made the difficult decision to pursue our careers long-distance for what we had planned to be about 8 months with some visits built in. Bryan would get us set up in Cayman with an apartment and a vehicle. I would continue teaching at SHS and line-up a teaching job on island for Fall 2020. Then, sometime in May, I would officially move to Grand Cayman and Bryan and I would be reunited! Yay! Perfect plan, right? Actually, it was going quite well. Aside from long-distance being difficult, Bryan was able to settle in, I was able to visit the island twice and also find a job that I am really excited about for Fall 2020  (more to come on that later). Bryan and I were on the home-stretch of being long-distance, planning to see each other once more in April followed by my move just a month or so later. Oh yeah…things were running as smooth as the Caribbean beaches. Until… GLOBAL PANDEMIC! Literally. I mean, you can’t make this stuff up people. COVID19 stepped on the scene swiftly and violently and all of a sudden not even the Mid-westerners were safe. 

Margarita by the pool

So…now what? Well, on a more serious note I would like to acknowledge that what is most important right now is that after a rough and uncertain couple of months amidst real, virus-related concerns, both Bryan and I, as well as our families are safe and healthy which we are so thankful for. However, Bryan and I are unfortunately still separated for a couple of reasons. We were hoping to be reunited by the end of May but at this time it is hard to say when our reunion will be exactly. We are awaiting the arrival of my work permit approval while also jumping through the hoops of international travel restrictions. What a time to try to move abroad! Just the same as many people all over the world, COVID19 has thrown a wrench in our plans and made things very complicated but we remain positive as we know we are strong enough to survive the on-going distance and uncertainty.

Dinner at Marriott Beach Resort – Veranda

I can’t speak to what the next few months will look like, but I will surely keep everyone up to date! What I can report after having visited twice this year, is that the island is beautiful…if that wasn’t obvious already. Grand Cayman is the largest of the three Cayman Islands which are an overseas territory of the United Kingdom in the Caribbean sea. Grand Cayman has a population of roughly 60,000. It is located 150 miles south of Cuba and 480 miles southwest of Miami. (Look it up on a map and see if you can find it!) Grand Cayman is 22 miles long with an average width of 4 miles only. Truly tiny. Over 135 different nationalities are represented in Cayman. A little over half of the population is Caymanian followed by Jamaican, British, American, Canadian, Filipino a mix of Latin American, and many more! Bryan being Spanish and Cuban and myself being a Midwestern American…well, I suppose we fit right in! 

Our patio!

Bryan has been in Cayman since October and secured us a cozy 1-bedroom apartment (yes, cozy means small) which is located 10 minutes from Georgetown and is a 3 minute walk to a beach. You can see the ocean from our patio! It even comes with a pool and some fun little pets! — A large crab that has learned how to climb up the stairs, along with many lizards and some boisterous chickens. Bryan also purchased a baby-blue Fiat 500 that we must drive on the left side of the road per Caymanian custom! As far as teaching, I signed on for a year-long maternity leave position at a Montessori Elementary School — literally called “Montessori by the Sea” and will be taking over Phy Ed classes and possibly piloting a Spanish program. While not exactly the position I had originally envisioned, it just kind of found me and now I could not be more excited to work with young kids again and spend the majority of my day outside (by the sea) being active! Sunscreen is about to take on a whole new meaning in my life.

Another shot from Starfish Point

There is certainly a lot to look forward to and we know it is just on the horizon. While it may take longer than originally anticipated, Bryan and I are staying positive and cannot wait to be together again!  Cayman is full of unique and exciting things to do (when not fighting against a pandemic). You can try out snorkeling, scuba-diving, watersports, or one of the many amazing bars and restaurants on the island, just to name a few day-to-day opportunities. During my visits, I definitely got a taste of the island-life, but I am so excited to return and report to you all on what it is like to truly live in the Caribbean. Thank you for reading my first installment of Island Diaries! I am so excited for you to join us on this adventure and I will be sure to report back as soon as we have news to share! (I think we could all use some good news!) Stay tuned!