There's no place like home

Hey - happy Sunday and thanks for opening this week’s #TheLifeofJLOWE newsletter!

Missed me last week? Sorry about that, I forgot to let you know I’d be Out of Office for the week, soaking up the Jamaican sun and enjoying Carnival in my home country.

Anyways, this week we’re back to our regularly scheduled programming, so thanks again for being here.

There’s no place like home

Throughout carnival season this year, the song that has been on repeat in my head is DNA - Mical Teja. The lyric that everyone can’t seem to get out of their heads is “no place like home”.

In fact, last year, one of the most played songs at Carnival was Come Home - Skinny Fabulous & Nailah Blackman. In that song, the lyric that stands out is the pleading line, “come home to me, come home to me”.

A big part of the love for those songs is rooted in Caribbean pride. It’s about being proud to call places like Trinidad or Jamaica our home.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that idea of home, what “home” means to me and how that applies to how I feel day-to-day and how I’ve been shifting my perspective on my own life.