After three full weeks in Jamaica, I am back in Key West. More and more, Key West is becoming less like home and more like the place where I come to work. The reason this is is because Brampton have become my family.

My school is in Brampton. My church is in Brampton. My kids are in Brampton. My yard is in Brampton.

When I was “growing up” in Key West—this is the late-late growing up period between 35-45—Key West was like the best playground. The reef, “the lakes” (ie the Marine Sanctuary), Wisteria Island, the salt ponds, Stock Island, you couldn’t ask for a more fun place to learn the important lessons about being an adult.

Then like the saying goes, “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” (1 Corinthians 13:11) Now all those things are still there but for another group of young people and children. And now, I am a man.

As a man, responsibilities count for a lot with me. What I want out of life is refined and refocused, and what I take pleasure in is helping younger people grow as well and better than I.

In Key West, I make money here I could never make in Jamaica. People have demands here which may never exist in Jamaica, specialized computer repair and data recovery and high-end web design, and for that reason I have a place here and I serve a necessary purpose for which I get well-rewarded.

Then, I take that money I make from building and repairing the infrastructure of Key West and I invest in my community in Jamaica. Because of this, I can see Key West more clearly—as an adult.

My feet are firmly rooted in both places, one foot in Key West and the other in Brampton.

This is how I am now, the man I could never imagine when I was a youth but always dreamed of becoming.

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