This one goes out to my mom because she paid for the domain to be renewed, but also because she’s always encourage me to be great.
Recently, I moved back to my home town, Providenciales in the Turks and Caicos Islands, and I’ve had a few days to look around and reflect as to the why of it. The obvious why is because I got a job, but, you know, I could have come home at any time, so why now?
I left Provo as a child at 8. I was much smaller then, so everything seemed much bigger. Seeing it all now is . . . definitely eye-opening. Progress and improvement is necessary, but I’d be lying if I said that it’s still all of the same.
Every time I come home there’s always something new. The hotels have changed hands, more land has been built on. One year text messaging swept the country months before it really got big in the US. Another year, they were getting ready to implement National Insurance. A bridge was built between the twin islands. New things. Progress.
Admittedly, that’s not all of it, but I haven’t been here to really take it all in until now.
An old classmate of mine once looked at my childhood pictures and said, “you’ve come far”. That’s how I feel about the Turks and Caicos I’ve come back to: it’s come much farther than where it was when I left it. Some people say it’s not far enough, but I feel like we’re doing pretty damn well all things considered.
I don’t know where life will take me, or what God’s plan for me is here, but however it goes, I am excited about it. Apart of my heart has always been here, and now I’ve returned to it. Surely that means that I have a part to play in the next step of my home country’s progress?
Or, you know, it was just time to come home.
So I’ve had this New Empire song rolling around in my head today because I knew I needed another post to stay on track for my goal. I don’t know what I’m supposed to talk about, but I figure it’s worth a shot.
Warning: This post doesn’t have very much to do with fragility.
A year later, and you’re still gone, but somehow, it’s getting a little better.
I’ve been waiting for this to work it’s way out all weekend. I had wanted to have it done by yesterday, so that my birthday could be just for me, but that’s never been how this works. It’s shameful really.
Would you believe me if I said that I’ve been trying to write this post for three weeks now? If I only make it to 250 words, you gotta let me live, okay? Okay.
So this week for #FridayReads, I chose to talk about fanfiction. Also, shoutout to L Jones Edition for starting this community blogging event. I don’t know that last time I tagged their wordpress, but I’m going to try to do better going forward.
So anyways, I like fanfiction. I know that I say that a lot, but you have to understand that I read the stuff like every day. The entire reason that I am so big on fandom is because I partake in the consumption of fanfiction. I love new headcanons, I read a ton of meta, and I even just wrote my first big fan theory. I’m just out here checking off all of the points on my fangirl list.
Bold words, right? But you have to understand where I’m coming from.
Way back in 2014, I taught at a high school that managed to block just about every music app except SoundCloud. For me this was terribly unacceptable because my personal music library could only do so much. So I downloaded SoundCloud and made it work. At some point in the Fall of 2014, I found MNEK’s “The Rhythm” and my whole life changed.
Recently, I wrote a post for Fandom Following called “Blind Fandom”, as part of an ongoing “Adventures In Fangirling” series. The intention of the post was to talk about how one should be aware of the things that go on both in their fandoms and the franchises that those fandoms are centered around. However, the comments ended up devolving into both a critique and defense of the way that the site I write for criticizes Game of Thrones. So that brought me to this thought: when arguing about fandom, even before you decide to pick your battle, you have to be sure that this particular fandom is the hill you want to die on.