I see you coming…  You mainlanders with your hopes and dreams.  You come with ideas and lists and more ideas and more lists.  What you would do if you lived here.  Slow down take a deep breath, ain’t none of that gonna happen overnight or over the next month or maybe the next year.  Island time is real. You will soon understand and even sooner not care.  We bought our second boat the first week in September.  It took until the 3rd week in December to get it here on the barge. (island time mon, island time.)   It’s affected us as well.  I need to swap some money from the business bank account into the personal account.  I have $7.00 in the personal but what’s the hurry?  Nothing has bounced for crying out loud.  Think we are in the land of fruits and vegetables down here?  That is hilarious!  We are in the land of conch fritters and french fries.  Fruits and vegetables are brought in from Miami.  They are in terrible shape and triple the price.  My friend paid $17.00 for a pound of grapes, another $8.00 for one tomato.   At first you refuse to pay such high prices, but eventually you want it so bad you just don’t care, and pay it.   Don’t even get me started on fish.  I had more fresh fish in west Tennessee.  It’s 84 degrees on this Jan 6th day and I’m sitting at a bar, at noon, drinking vodka and sprite, which by the way doesn’t even count as drinking, because I only had two.  Living here gives you a sense of entitlement.   Nachos feel good, the ocean feels good , vodka feels good, Boat trips with friends feel good.  I gave up everything to do exactly what makes me happy.  Celery and lists do not make me happy, they just don’t…