I went up on the farm today. The guys were laying down lime in preparation for a new crop. I went upstairs to the cabin and Chris and I sat there just listening to nature while the breeze tried to lull us to sleep (it almost worked). 

I told Chris that people pay good money for the sounds we were listening to: insects chirping, birds singing, the wind rustling through the bamboo. 

I remember when we moved to Caracas how long it took me to get used to the constant din of the city. It’s something I love now, but coming from east Trinidad where I lived surrounded by nature, it was hard to adjust to all that noise and concrete. 

I still don’t like concrete. It was something I had a hard time dealing with living in Miami. There are no parks to speak of and aside from the occasional palm tree, very little greenery. Living in Trinidad always made my spirit feel like it could breathe because everywhere you turn nature is right there. For some people it doesn’t matter, but for me to feel like myself I need greenery around me all the time.