Many people dream of quitting their job and moving to a tropical island, but one woman actually took the plunge — and her story has gone viral.
The 35-year-old from Houston wrote an essay about her experiences for Cosmopolitan this week that went massively viral.
“It’s amazing how quickly you adjust,” “The things that you want aren’t necessarily things that you need.”
After college at Yale, Hancock moved to New York, got a “lovely” apartment, and became a successful journalist. She finished her book and had some job offers, but none excited her. “I felt stressed, uninspired, and disconnected,” she wrote.
“I need a vacation.” This was a constant refrain in my head. I wasn’t living in the moment; I was living for some indeterminate moment in the future when I’d saved enough money and vacation days to take a trip somewhere. If you’re constantly thinking you need a vacation, maybe what you really need is a new life. But I was complacent. My life wasn’t satisfying, but it was comfortable.
Hancock decided she needed a change, so although she felt “slightly ridiculous,” she turned to social media to ask her friends and family where she could go.
She said she liked the idea of going to the U.S. Virgin Islands because she thought it would be easier to find a job.
Through her network of Facebook friends, she chose to go to St. John, the smallest island, nicknamed “Love City” for the friendly locals, and got help connecting with a roommate.
Then she took a leap of faith, and bought herself a one-way flight to the Caribbean.
“If I don’t do it now I’m never going to do it,” she recalled thinking.
“People are a little confused [when you’re] doing something that they’re not doing,” she said.
But after getting on the plane, Hancock said she hasn’t looked back.
I had no plan, no friends, and no clue how ridiculous I looked, festively ensembled in boat shoes and a dress celebrating the palm tree. Yet I had a strange feeling that everything would unfold as it was supposed to.
But she wrote that scooping ice cream made her the most content she’d been in a long time.
Perhaps there was something indulgent and Peter Pan-ish about this new lifestyle. But the truth is, I was happier scooping mint chocolate chip for $10 an hour than I was making almost six figures at my previous corporate job.
Later on she became a hostess, and eventually a bartender — that’s been her favorite so far, because she gets to spend time getting to know so many people.
“When you’re down here everyone has a different story,” she said.