It's hard to understand the impact a place can have on you when you're young. I first came to Turks and Caicos when I was 3 years old, and I have since gone back about twelve times. There isn't much to do here and for some it's just another Caribbean island; after TCI it's on to the next one. But for my family there is no place in the world that we find more pure, more peaceful, or more ours. As I've gotten older I've considered what it would be like to just forget everything and move here to this place I love, but maybe then the water wouldn't feel as warm and salty, the sand not as hot and white, and the aura not as happy and calm. For now, and maybe forever, if I can get to this place every few years and continue to document the immense beauty this island privileges me to see, I will be happy.