I think the kids were more excited about coming home to Hawaii than I was. Don’t get me wrong – I love Hawaii and miss a lot of the things that make this place so unique (especially the Aloha Spirit). But living in the Bay Area so many years has changed me, and I couldn’t generate the same level of excitement, anticipation and eagerness about coming back as the kids.
We got back, and I thought that Hawaii looked the same, smelled the same, sounded the same, and felt the same. The trees, the mountains, the tradewind breezes, the Hawaiian music on the radio – it’s as if I never left.
It even tastes the same, fortunately. Our first meal back in Hawaii is not pretty. It’s simply Zippy’s chili, reheated from a frozen bag and served over brown rice. It’s not even the best chili, as far as chilis go.
But one taste and I know I’m home.
Sis came over and dished out on all the latest goings on with our extended family. Sometimes I wonder, how are we related? I just have to accept the fact that we are family.
Yep. Back in Hawaii. It’s not pretty, but it’s home.