Uprooted and Relocated: Expat File#17

My guest for the Expat Files today is author, copywriter and blogger for hire: June Whittle. At age eleven, June was uprooted from tropical Jamaica to England to live with her parents whom she had not seen since she was four years old. Here is her story.


Tiger-swallowtail on tropical blossoms

The day started normally like any other. Sunshine beamed down on us. My sisters and I played happily under the large overhanging mango tree. We hunted butterflies to catch and store, in our bottles before releasing them to fly off into freedom.

I loved living in the countryside. We lived humbly. Although we didn’t have much material wealth, we had an abundance of love between us. Our simple lifestyle in Kitson Town, St. Catherine was similar to the butterflies. Free, easy, carefree, happy and fun. Not that I know how butterflies feel. But I imagine they’re happy and have fun flying, taking rest breaks perching on the array of beautiful flowers of their choice.


Housing Complex, St Catherine, Jamaica

Later that afternoon, an elderly lady walked up the path towards our wooden house. Smiling, she introduced herself as our grandmother, my dad’s mom. I had never seen her before, but my grandmother who we lived with, sometimes spoke about her. She hugged each of us. However, she gave me a lingering hug.


Local area where I grew up

She went into the house with Sis, my grandmother. My sisters and I carried on playing in the yard. Shortly afterwards they called me to come inside. The decision they made that sunny afternoon changed the course of my life forever.

Sis told me to pack my grip (suitcase) because I was moving to Spanish Town to live with my new grandmother (called Granny). Shocked and unhappy, I packed my clothes fighting back tears. Shortly afterwards, I waved goodbye to the close family I had known all my life. I walked off hesitantly with a woman I had never met before. Disbelief ripped through my whole being and pain tugged at my heart.

How could an 11-year-old girl rebel against decisions adults make? I did as I was told. So, I moved to a new school and a whole new area. A few months later, I began to settle down into my new lifestyle.


Nevertheless, two years later, another bombshell dropped. Granny told me she was going to the UK and, instead of sending me back to St Catherine’s, I was traveling with her.

I waved goodbye to my familiar family. Three weeks later, I stepped off the boat onto the cold shores of Southampton, England. My mom and dad who left me in Jamaica when I was four came to meet us. And, my little sister who I never met before welcomed me to the cold, damp, grey country. The dreary day matched my mood.

While my dad was driving us to London, the first thing I noticed was how quiet it was. Cars didn’t beep their horns like they did in Jamaica. The houses were joined up and they didn’t have verandas. Plus, for the first time I saw snow.

Soon, I adapted in my new life, new school, new friends and new family in Fulham, London. However, I missed Jamaica, my sisters, friends, Sis and the sunshine. My little sister didn’t help the homesick feeling. She was amazed by my strong Jamaican Patois accent and believed it was her job to teach me to speak the Queen’s English. She corrected my every word. Within six months, I had lost most of my then lifelong accent.


Me starting my new school in the UK

Life at school, Hurlingham Comprehensive, and in the UK was challenging. I encountered a lot of racism. At school, the girls teased me because I was different from them. I was extremely timid and didn’t have many friends. They mistook my shyness for aloofness.

So, I truanted a lot from school. After mom dropped me off in the mornings, I caught the bus back home. But, one day she came home early and caught me. I was grounded and wasn’t allowed to see anyone outside of school. Anyway, after that incident, I stopped taking unauthorized time off and carried on with my studies. When I finished school at 16, I worked at a few jobs for different companies.

Me in Amsterdam

Me in Amsterdam in the 80’s

I saw my grandmother Sis again. She visited the UK once before she died in 1989. It was blessing to see her and spend quality time with her. She was a strong woman all the way and taught me a lot about the values of life.

My other grandmother, Granny, developed dementia in her 60s and had to go into a home. It broke my heart because she didn’t recognize me the last time I saw her. Sadly, she died in the care home.

Although I felt like I came to the UK by force, as I grew up, I knew it was the best decision my family made for me. I had a wonderful relationship with my mum, dad, grandmother and little sister. And, eventually my two sisters also came to the UK to live.

On reflection, changes in life are not always welcomed. Nevertheless, sometimes that is our destiny, even though we may not be aware of it at the time. If I hadn’t come to the UK, I wouldn’t have had my three beautiful daughters and grandchildren. They are my world.

Like so many expat children (TCKs**) June experienced culture shock, but she also was uprooted from family twice: once from her parents and then from the grandmother who had raised her as a young child and her sisters;  on top of that she had to deal with racism. She also writes about difficult  times, in relationships as a young adult in her book:  Deep Within my Soul: Finding Hope After Abuse           (**TCK is the acronym for “Third Culture Kids” – raised in different cultures, they may end up living in their own “third culture” as an expat.)


June Whittle

June would be glad to answer any questions you have. Please leave your comments below.

You can also connect with her at the following Links: Miraculous Ladies; Divine Copywriter ; https://www.facebook.com/MiraculousLadies?ref=hl

16 thoughts on “Uprooted and Relocated: Expat File#17

    • Hi Cinda, Thank you. I’m so happy to hear that and thanks for asking me to share my story with your readers. It’s a blessing knowing that they found it inspiring and useful.

      By the way, I appeared in a live interview on BBC Two television on Valentine’s Day. I was approached by the TV station after they found my blog, Miraculous Ladies. They were impressed by it and asked me to take part in the show to discuss being single and proud of it on Valentine’s Day. It was an amazing day and a massive achievement for me. This is the link to the interview and an article I wrote about it: http://miraculousladies.com/bbc-two-interview-proud-to-be-a-single-woman/

      BBC Two Interview: Proud to be a Single Woman – Miraculous … miraculousladies.com Guess what my Valentine’s Day present was? It was a surprise appearance on the Victoria Derbyshire Programme on BBC Two. Now you’re probably wondering…

      Would you consider writing a guest post for my blog, Miraculous ladies? My readers love inspirational articles of encouragement. One of my most popular articles is ‘A Strong Woman is a Powerful Woman’. http://miraculousladies.com/a-strong-woman-is-a-powerful-woman/ [http://www.miraculousladies.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Strong-Woman-quote.-1jpg-300×277.jpg] A Strong Woman is a Powerful Woman – Miraculous Ladies miraculousladies.com A strong woman is a powerful woman. Why? First of all let’s look at the definition of ‘strong’ to find out. The first thing that may come to your mind is ‘Physically …
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  1. Thank you for telling us about both these seismic changes and how in the end you made the most of them. I remember a little of that lost blitzed feeling from when I was sent to a French convent boarding school in Belgium when I was nearly 8 years old and my British parents were living in Germany,

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    • You’re welcome, Hilary. When I was told I had to come to live in the UK I felt like my world had ended. It was a terrible experience leaving my loved ones behind. But as the years went on, I realized good came out of my sad little girl expat story.

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    • Thank you, Rita. It certainly was a shock. At the time it felt unreal. The pain inside was awful because I was extremely close to my gran and sisters.

      But, I’m sure you know about the feeling of loss as you can relate.


  2. Moving from Jamaica to London would be quite a shock. When I was eight my parents moved us from the farmlands of Michigan to the high desert town of Reno Nevada. I really missed farm-life and dreamt of returning. When I did as an adult I was shocked by the prejudices of small town folks. I might have been quite a different person if my parents hadn’t moved. So you never know.

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    • You’re right, Jan. It was a terrible culture shock.

      Your story is interesting. It’s strange how the things we miss and try to recapture turn out not to be how we imagine.

      I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like if I was still in Jamaica. I will never know. But I know that I wouldn’t have had my wonderful daughters. I believe everything happens for a reason.


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