I know you guys would probably prefer to hear about my (mis)adventures in Guatemala than about my trip to Hawaii, so I won’t bore you with the details of my middle school reunion or days spent at the beach. But I’m seriously considering moving back whenever I’m finished with Guatemala, so I figured that it was worth mentioning that I had an amazing time there. In fact, I very nearly didn’t leave. If I could have afforded the astronomical rent of my parents’ my condo, I definitely would have stayed.
I know. Crazy, huh? Hawaii would seem like the the last place I’d want to live. It’s the most isolated island chain in the world, for one thing; a five hour flight from California and eight hours from Japan. It’s literally a tiny rock smack dab in the middle of thousands of miles of water, which doesn’t seem like a fitting location for someone who’s extracurricular activities include roadtrips, hiking, subway rides and oh, frequent air travel.
And Hawaii’s not exactly the best place to live if you’re someone who’s permanently broke or underemployed (yep, that would be me) because it’s ridiculously expensive there. Everything with the exception of pineapples and sugarcane is imported, which means that even a gallon of milk or jar of peanut butter often costs twice as much as it does on the mainland.
But I don’t know…Hawaii just felt right. It may sound cheesy, but from the moment I stepped off the plane, it felt like I was home. Which would make sense, since technically, Honolulu is my hometown. But I guess it’d been so long since I’d actually called it home (I moved to New York when I was 16), that I just stopped thinking of it that way. Even now, when people ask me where I’m from, I tell them New York. It’s where I graduated high school after all, and it’s where I went to college and spent most of my adult life.
In a perfect world, I’d win the lotto and then be able to afford the 2,700 dollar per month rent on my parents’ condo, but I’d settle for landing a job with another airline and a smalish studio near UH.
Wouldn’t it be ironic if, after all of these years of traversing the planet in search of somewhere to call home, I end up back exactly where I started?