Quitting the Corporate World & Moving to an Island: One Resident’s Story

Image credit: Noelle Hancock

Image credit: Noelle Hancock

Everyone dreams of quitting their job, whether it be the corporate world or the rat race, and moving to an island. For those of us here on St. John, we often get asked, “how did you get here?” It’s an understandable question for those living stateside to ask. Many people just happened upon here while others made a conscious effort to change their lives, thus their surroundings. Either way, everyone has a pretty good story about how the ended up living in this little slice of heaven.

For those of you who frequent Wharfside Village, you may recognize Noelle. Noelle tends bar over there a few nights a week, but what you may not know about Noelle is that she is a New York Times best selling author. A few years back, Noelle wrote a pretty cool book called “My Year with Eleanor” in which she chronicled how she did one thing each day that scared her the year prior to her turning 29. It’s a great read, and I have it here on island if anyone wants to borrow it.

An amazingly talented writer, Noelle just had another article published in Cosmopolitan Magazine. In it, she tells the story about how she quit her $95,000 a year job and moved to St. John. It’s a great little read, so we thought we’d share it with all of you today. Enjoy.

Why I Gave Up a $95,000 Job to Move to an Island and Scoop Ice Cream – By: Noelle Hancock

There is a chicken in my shower. It’s 8:30 a.m., I’ve just sat down on the toilet to pee. I casually glance around and there it is, drinking some of the residual water puddled on my shower floor. This is not the first creature to make an appearance in my bathroom. Since I moved to the Caribbean, I’ve had spirited encounters with tarantulas, scorpions, and untold lizards. But the chicken got me thinking.

“How did you get here?” I ask the bird. It blinks unhelpfully back at me. Perhaps a better question is, how did I get here? How did I come to live on a tiny, rustic island of 4,100 people sharing a bathroom with poultry?

It all began four years ago. Back then I was living in Manhattan, a 31-year-old journalist making $95,000 a year. I lived in a lovely (wildlife-free) apartment in the East Village, a bustling neighborhood with every imaginable convenience and so much to entertain. But New York is a competitive city; you have to spend most of your time working to afford to live there. And a downside of living among so many ambitious people is they’re often overscheduled. Sometimes I didn’t see my closest friends for months at a time. Trying to negotiate a time to meet a friend for drinks was harder than getting into college (and the cocktails about as expensive).

It’s ironic to feel lonely on an island of 4 million people, but it seemed I spent my life staring at screens: laptop, cell phone, iPad — hell, even the taxis and elevators had televisions in them. I felt stressed, uninspired, and disconnected.

“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.

One day I was working on my laptop, finishing some edits on a book I’d just written. I was distracted, wondering what I would do now that the manuscript was finished. While I had several job offers, none of them excited me. I let my hands idle too long and the screensaver, a stock photo of a tropical scene, popped up. Here was something to get excited about. What I wanted — something I’d fantasized about for years, in fact — was to stop living in front of a screen and live in that screen, in the photo on my computer. And why couldn’t I? With no professional obligations or boyfriend, I was completely untethered for the first time in my life.

Feeling slightly ridiculous, I posted a message on Facebook saying that I wanted to move to the Caribbean, and asking for suggestions as to where I should go. A friend’s sister recommended St. John, the smallest of the U.S. Virgin Islands. Nicknamed “Love City” for its famously friendly locals, it was home to some of the most stunning beaches in the world. I glanced out my window where punishing, chest-high snow drifts were forming on the ground at an alarming rate. On the sidewalks impatient and preoccupied New Yorkers bumped into each other without apology. I immediately began expediting my passport.

It was startlingly simple to dismantle the life I’d spent a decade building: I broke the lease on my apartment, sold my belongings, and bought a one-way plane ticket. The hardest part was convincing myself it was OK to do something for no other reason than to change the narrative of my life.

“You can’t just move to a place you’ve never even visited!” my mom protested.

“Sometimes you just have to leap and the net will appear,” I said with more confidence than I felt.

Six weeks later, I stepped off the ferry in St. John. 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.

Click here to read the rest of Noelle’s story…





5 comments for “Quitting the Corporate World & Moving to an Island: One Resident’s Story

  1. April 30, 2015 at 8:43 pm

    Loved this Article- since I was young I have dreamed of just “taking off”. Nicole did it and her story is inspiring! We spent time in USVI for the last 5 years. This year in STJ I blogged each day and falling more and more for all St John has to offer. Read about our trip at https://vagablondtravels.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=116&action=edit

  2. Bruce Brainerd
    May 1, 2015 at 10:00 am

    A giant yawn! This story relives itself daily in locations similar to St.Johns’ throughout the world.

  3. Nonsme
    May 1, 2015 at 11:22 pm

    It all sounds so wonderful and it is until you live there for a few years. This is paradise right ha not! Such a simple life which is great but there is so much more to this life than slow,no access no choices,rude islanders!

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