After your 10th time going to the beach and your 100th coconut you will get homesick. Guaranteed.
You put the lime in the coconut and shake it all up.
But where else can you experience falling out of a coconut tree one of those sublime experiences that figures into presidential campaigns.
The point isn’t to live on the island after receiving citizenship (though you can).
I’ve known some Bermudians fairly well. Not “down islands” as they called the Caribbean, but there are some similar issues. They used to call it “rock fever”. “Gotta get off the rock, gotta get off the rock!”
Florida was a popular destination. Also NYC (this was the Giuliani era and just after).
We had the same experience in Hawaii. After living in pure wide open spaces where one could travel 3 or 4 hundred miles in a day, the tiny little island of Oahu just didn’t cut it. And yes, the beach got old real quick.
We had some nice neighbors back here in the mainland that got assignment to Hawaii. We told them how it sucked. They thought we were nuts. After two months there they were depressed and wanted to come back.
Islands are great if you are a California grade beach bum with zero ambitions.
So many freedoms would be lost if one moved to one of those little Caribbean islands.