Place
It is no secret to those who know us that Col is not thrilled about living in Hawaii. He is an intellectual through and through. There is not much of him to embrace the innocent simplicity that is the reality of local Hawaii. When he checks up on the Customs officers and the PPQ guys at the airport, they don't get his jokes and he cannot believe that they offer him free avocados from their yards and fresh fish that an uncle of so-and-so caught "jus' 'dat mornin' yah!" So he asks frequently when he can get a different job and transfer us all back to the mainland, anywhere. He knows Imagine and I will not go but he asks all the same. When he is depressed and just worn down with wanting just the smallest bit of eastcoast rudeness and the chance to walk down the street without having to smile at everyone and wave the shaka with aloha for thanks when someone lets him pull his car onto the road in traffic, then I worry and and my subconcious trys to work out the compromises.
So goes the dream I had the other night of all the houses we've lived in. In the dream we still owned them and we would live in them all at different times during the year, but it got all messed up somehow. I would walk from one room in one house and end up in another from another house. From Illinois to Maryland to my parent's house and back. I was getting more confused and then I realized that we weren't coming back to Hawaii, that we gave up the house here, but still owned all the others. I couldn't believe my attachment and huge sense of loss when this discovery manifested itself. I missed the tile floor of all things and the cool, clean feel it has just after mopping and all the sand is gone for at least a day. We've moved on average every 3 years and right now we're rolling into our third year on this island. Should I be getting my bags ready? What does it take to stay put in one place for longer than three years.
So goes the dream I had the other night of all the houses we've lived in. In the dream we still owned them and we would live in them all at different times during the year, but it got all messed up somehow. I would walk from one room in one house and end up in another from another house. From Illinois to Maryland to my parent's house and back. I was getting more confused and then I realized that we weren't coming back to Hawaii, that we gave up the house here, but still owned all the others. I couldn't believe my attachment and huge sense of loss when this discovery manifested itself. I missed the tile floor of all things and the cool, clean feel it has just after mopping and all the sand is gone for at least a day. We've moved on average every 3 years and right now we're rolling into our third year on this island. Should I be getting my bags ready? What does it take to stay put in one place for longer than three years.