For someone observing from the outside, her life from that point on would have showed the same kinds of ups and downs experienced by many of her generation. She attended a university for a year, then moved to the west coast of Canada at the invitation of a friend, ditching both her university career and the last geographical ties with her family, though she would return occasionally for visits. During the first six or seven years on the west coast, she fell in and out of love a few times, hung out in a high-powered community of performance artists with political connections, and developed an interest in becoming a psychologist, which she in fact eventually became. At this time, Grace slowly began to separate herself from the life of the artistic community. After attending a large conference in Los Angeles in November 1982, she made a firm commitment to her career.
It was during the period in which she began exploring the best way to begin her studies that Grace made the contact which was to provide the theme (both geographical and psychological) that ran through her Saturn return, signaling the painful process of Saturn's emergence. In the summer of 1983, while in Toronto, she had occasion to meet an in-law, a native of Trinidad who casually invited her to visit him during Carnival in the spring of the following year. Grace accepted, though at the time she was quite sure her finances wouldn't allow her to make the trip. When the time came, however, she somehow managed to scrape together the money to take what turned out to be a fascinating journey to her Saturn line (see her map, Figure 7).
In February 1984, when he sent her a postcard saying that he was expecting her to come down to Trinidad for Carnival, she decided at the last minute to make some quick travel plans to visit this place where she had never been before. When she arrived at the Port of Spain airport in early March 1984, with Carnival in full swing and the country crowded with visitors from all over the world, she immediately found herself, in her own words, "immersed in a sea of black men." As a fair-haired white beauty, she rather stood out in the airport crowd, and during her wait for her host to pick her up, an endless stream of cab drivers approached her, offering to take her wherever she wanted to go, and generally to show her a good time. That, along with her feeling of being quite alone, made her feel highly uncomfortable, but also made her more than ready for the vacation which was to follow. On many occasions she would find herself the only white person in crowds of black men and women, a new experience for her, despite her upbringing near a large city with a diverse racial mixture in which whites were probably a minority.