I am sitting at my desk in Antigua in the Caribbean surrounded by quotes, paperwork and packing boxes. The scent of jasmine blossom fills the air. The view from my desk, through the louvered window that lets in the warm breeze, looks over Galleon Beach and the sea entrance to Nelson’s Dockyard. The beach is dotted with coconut palms and the garden is bright with hibiscus, bougainvillea and flamboyant. I am overwhelmed with excitement, fear and busyness.

The phone rings and it is the job interview that I have been waiting for.