no man
When I was a kid, I lived in Alaska. One of the things about living in Alaska is that it is weirdly close to Hawaii v. the West Coast of North America. It was faster and cheaper for us to spend a week in Hawaii than to go to Los Angeles for a week, and so we did that.
Hawaii was where I learned that I love islands. When I was little, I was fascinated with the South Pacific, and I read books about Polynesia, Micronesia, and Melanesia, about the great Polynesian diaspora, about Hawaiian royalty, about New Zealand. I looked up weird little island nations like Tristan de Cunha (the capital is Edinburgh of the Seven Seas, which is the best name for a city ever) and Sao Tome and Principe, and Rapa Nui and the Azores. My dad had to go to Papua New Guinea for business, and I begged to go with him. We would have been living on Treasure Island in the middle of the San Francisco Bay, if I hadn't found out that we'd be living on toxic waste. When I lived in Seattle, I loved Bainbridge Island, and if I could live anywhere in the world I might end up with a little house in Victoria, on Vancouver Island.
I would love to see all the little island nations of the world, even the ones that are supposed to be miserable, like the Marshall Islands, Kiribati, and Nauru. When Sarah is grown and if my 401K recovers, maybe I'll convince Peter that it would be all kinds of fun to take a year and just go from island to island, from Rapa Nui to the Marquesas to the Falklands to that funny island in Tahiti I read about that one time. We'll go to the Seychelles and Granada and the Cape Verde Islands, where the hurricanes start. And then maybe I will understand why I feel at home in the middle of nowhere.
Hawaii was where I learned that I love islands. When I was little, I was fascinated with the South Pacific, and I read books about Polynesia, Micronesia, and Melanesia, about the great Polynesian diaspora, about Hawaiian royalty, about New Zealand. I looked up weird little island nations like Tristan de Cunha (the capital is Edinburgh of the Seven Seas, which is the best name for a city ever) and Sao Tome and Principe, and Rapa Nui and the Azores. My dad had to go to Papua New Guinea for business, and I begged to go with him. We would have been living on Treasure Island in the middle of the San Francisco Bay, if I hadn't found out that we'd be living on toxic waste. When I lived in Seattle, I loved Bainbridge Island, and if I could live anywhere in the world I might end up with a little house in Victoria, on Vancouver Island.
I would love to see all the little island nations of the world, even the ones that are supposed to be miserable, like the Marshall Islands, Kiribati, and Nauru. When Sarah is grown and if my 401K recovers, maybe I'll convince Peter that it would be all kinds of fun to take a year and just go from island to island, from Rapa Nui to the Marquesas to the Falklands to that funny island in Tahiti I read about that one time. We'll go to the Seychelles and Granada and the Cape Verde Islands, where the hurricanes start. And then maybe I will understand why I feel at home in the middle of nowhere.