It is my belief that spring has finally decided to unfurl its coils. We are well into the second week of April and all the snow has dried up. I mean even the snow that we got during Easter week. I mean like who would have ever thought that it would snow in April right? Obviously someone that has not lived in Canada as I have over the past few months.
What I can honestly say that this entire experience has done for me is create a deeply rooted admiration. Not only am I grateful to have been awarded such a rare opportunity at such a crucial point and time in my life, but I possess an even greater appreciation for and an unfathomable joy in being BAHAMIAN. There are quite a few things that I along with my fellow happy go lucky comrades in citizenship take for granted in our beautiful BAHAMALAND. One of these is the sheer warmth of the country and the usually year round serene weather conditions. I for one can honestly say that this is one faucet that I will not be taking for granted again anytime soon.
In the past three weeks, not only have I witnessed rain, sleet and snow, I have also seen earthworms of numerous shapes and sizes, some as large and thick as twigs come out to soak up the water. Only to freeze to death hours later when the temperature dropped to 0 degrees Celsius. Birds circled around and sang and cawed and danced the spring song. I had seen tiny rodents come out to forage for food only to be holed up again once the snow began again. It was almost as if the world were thrown backwards for those few brief moments in time.
As the time winds down and my imminent departure draws near, I find myself caught up in a kaleidoscope of myriad emotions mirrored through the prism of fate. Anticipation lurks in the form of the excitement that pressures the adrenaline to increase my pulse rate at the very thought of venturing home. Yet, a detached sadness looms nonetheless because of the fact that I am leaving. This vast place has over the past few months become a home to me. A home I must leave and there are no ifs ands or maybes to be accounted for. These feelings uncoil like springs that have been pent up overlong. An attachment has formed as new as a newborn latching on to its mother's nipple for the first time. I have adapted to the ever-changing conditions and walked the straight line of life in Canada and surprise of all surprises - I like it.
What I can honestly say that this entire experience has done for me is create a deeply rooted admiration. Not only am I grateful to have been awarded such a rare opportunity at such a crucial point and time in my life, but I possess an even greater appreciation for and an unfathomable joy in being BAHAMIAN. There are quite a few things that I along with my fellow happy go lucky comrades in citizenship take for granted in our beautiful BAHAMALAND. One of these is the sheer warmth of the country and the usually year round serene weather conditions. I for one can honestly say that this is one faucet that I will not be taking for granted again anytime soon.
In the past three weeks, not only have I witnessed rain, sleet and snow, I have also seen earthworms of numerous shapes and sizes, some as large and thick as twigs come out to soak up the water. Only to freeze to death hours later when the temperature dropped to 0 degrees Celsius. Birds circled around and sang and cawed and danced the spring song. I had seen tiny rodents come out to forage for food only to be holed up again once the snow began again. It was almost as if the world were thrown backwards for those few brief moments in time.
As the time winds down and my imminent departure draws near, I find myself caught up in a kaleidoscope of myriad emotions mirrored through the prism of fate. Anticipation lurks in the form of the excitement that pressures the adrenaline to increase my pulse rate at the very thought of venturing home. Yet, a detached sadness looms nonetheless because of the fact that I am leaving. This vast place has over the past few months become a home to me. A home I must leave and there are no ifs ands or maybes to be accounted for. These feelings uncoil like springs that have been pent up overlong. An attachment has formed as new as a newborn latching on to its mother's nipple for the first time. I have adapted to the ever-changing conditions and walked the straight line of life in Canada and surprise of all surprises - I like it.
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