When I left Trinidad, I was clear about one thing: I knew I was missing something—something about life, something about relationships, perhaps even something about me. I just didn’t know what it was. But I was no longer fully defending my old belief systems. I was open to the idea that maybe fight-camp mentality, in the domestic realm, isn’t quite the optimal relating paradigm. I didn’t yet know what the new ideas were, but I was certain there would have to be some.
