There’s a reason this blog is called Square Peg (Round Hole). I grew up in NY, so you can imagine the culture shock I experienced upon returning to a place for which my expectations were based solely on Soca, Labor Day and overheard reminiscences. I’m pretty sure I spent the first five years here saying “In America…” and in the six years since, I’ve accepted that some things (ok, a lot of things) are just never going to make sense to me.
Don’t get me wrong, America is not the promised land (believe you me), but the things that baffled me about Trinidad upon arrival (and continue to exasperate me today) do not do so because they are major issues. They drive me nuts because, when you drill down, they are minor issues left unchecked that cause major problems. Put another way, most of the things that everyone (from born and bred Trinis to transplants like myself) spend most of our time griping about are relatively easily remedied… assuming anyone actually wants to remedy them at all.