home already

I sorta intended to post some pics while I was here but i forgot to pack the cable for my camera. So you know, fuck it. Pix later, when I get home. In any case, one last day on Kauai and then back to california. As always, I leave Hawaii a vague feeling of sorrow; […]

I sorta intended to post some pics while I was here but i forgot to pack the cable for my camera. So you know, fuck it. Pix later, when I get home.

In any case, one last day on Kauai and then back to california. As always, I leave Hawaii a vague feeling of sorrow; I don’t need anything from home. I could stay, giving up the mainland and not looking back.

There’s never enough time; even my kona trip last fall, when I stayed for three weeks, i left with the notion that I’d done half of what I wanted. And yet it takes only a week for me to start thinking of here as home. This trip, I stayed in two houses on two different parts of the island, dove, swam, snorkled, girl-watched, cooked, ate, hiked, took pictures; I found time to sit on the front porch of my house on hanalei bay and watch the sky change. I travel at an un-hurried pace when possible, finding time to do nothing; but this always means as may things un-done as things done.

I’m ok with that; I don’t need to finish. Travel isn’t about what you do; it’s about what you see, what you learn. If one is done, generally, one isn’t doing it right.

I do not want to go home; in my heart, I am home already.

3 thoughts on “home already”

  1. The end of vaca is always mixed with sadness and relief for me. Sadness at leaving some place I love and will miss, relief at being able to sleep in my own bed again.

    You’ll no doubt be back. And Hawaii will welcome you, every time.

    How’s the new tattoo? I’m getting my first next week. I’m way too excited! 😀

    Eve

  2. when I was on the plane to Hawaii, this one girl said that her sister is going to school in Hawaii, and this sister said “If you’ve seen one black sand beach, you’ve seen them all.” Another woman on the way back told me “I went to Oahu twenty years ago and didn’t go back because I’d already seen the place.” Hearing that made me sad. But you get it. Hawaii is part of my heart; going there doesn’t feel like vacation, it feels like home.

  3. I love how you define “Home.” It’s a place where you are at peace for now. That means that your vacation worked for you. I’m glad. This makes me smile. You’ll be better able to face whatever waits for you.

    (Couldn’t believe how much a difference my own made even though I described it as going right back into hell… ahead of time.)

    One day I need to get to Hawaii. Sigh. So close, but we always go to the Mountains or the Caribbean.

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