Hi! I’m Cari
I’m just a fresh water conch sharing my islands with friends!
Hi! I’m Cari! I’m probably one of the most enthusiastic fresh water conchs I know. You see, there’s the saltwater conchs that are born and raised in the Florida Keys, then there are the freshwaters like me, who were fortunate enough to transplant into this way of life and be completely embraced by this beautiful hammock and the people who live here.
Born and raised in central Louisiana, I found myself madly in love with a man and a chain islands in 2019. After visiting just for two weeks, I’d secured a job, sold everything I owned, and packed my Jeep to head east.
Daniel and I met around 2016(ish) back in Louisiana and had a casual friendship until he moved in October 2017. Fast forward to December 2018 after never losing touch, he invited me for my upcoming two week vacation from my account management job at a blood bank.
I’d never flown anywhere by myself, and I’d only seen the ocean once prior to this invitation. Craving a chance to prove to myself I could travel, and essentially be completely independent, I booked the flight and rental car without a second thought or before I could give my parents the chance to talk me out of it.
If you’ve never flown by yourself before and only a handful of times previously, the MIA is a daunting place to navigate and absorb. 1.3 miles of steps later, along with a couple trams, I’d made it to the rental car line with only one person ahead of me.
The drive down to the Florida Keys at 12 am was about as uneventful as I hoped it could be. Even from that first time I came off of the Turnpike and back on to that majorly 2 lane highway, a wave a stress and hurriedness released from my shoulders. It felt like home looking back, even if I didn’t immediately realize it.
Fast forward the two simply blissful weeks of vacation, I solemnly returned home to the murky waters of the Red River weirdly feeling homesick for the turquoise seas flowing both sides of Highway 1.
By this time it was March 2019 and Daniel surprised me one evening asking what I thought about giving life in Florida a go. His mom surprised me with a job interview at the local vet, and they had offered me a position if I decided to move down. Crazy enough, within a couple days of that conversation the vet called me and said they would really like to hire me and had a position starting ASAP.
I mulled it over, and talked with Daniel again before I jumped head first. I called the vet back and asked if I could have 3 weeks. 2 weeks notice for my current job, and 1 week to move. They accepted my offer and off to tell my parents I went.
Since then, I spent my first almost 5 years with that vet office and still consider them my very first island family. They saw Daniel and I through buying our business in 2021, and let me stay on once a week after we got settled so I could still have something of my own.
Fast forward, I met the proprietress of Bay Harbor & Coconut Bay through one of my various civic boards and counted down the days until board meetings so that I might have a chance to snag a leftover scone from the resort. She and I formed a close relationship and I mulled over my life long fever dream of being a chef or baker- I’d even gotten Wilton certified in college! She, I’m sure jokingly, told me if I ever wanted to bake, she could use a break some mornings. We laughed and it was a passing thought.
Once my time had ended at the vet, I craved having something of my own again. So I called Peg, and asked her if she would be serious about having me.
Baking in the mornings, running my local Friends of Parks & Beaches non-profit (and sitting on a couple other boards), owning a small business, and volunteering as a beach surveyor during sea turtle season are just a few of the things that overflow my cup.
These islands are home for so many of us, and we work very hard to maintain our environment and way of life. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do… they truly are magical.
Respect the locals, and when it comes to trash take more than you leave.