I’ve been home for almost 8 months now and it’s insane how much I’ve taken this place for granted. The greatest thing is that everyone and everything is still the same. Maybe some bits have changed, but as far as I can tell, it’s been for the better.
How is it that I have been landlocked for almost 4 years? Did I really live in a dry desert for all that time? My old apartment pool is no match to the great big ocean never more than 10 minutes away. And this rain… this is the glory I remember running barefoot in my backyard with my siblings, not a care in the world.
It’s kind of funny to be back home too. There’s this stigma that going back to the islands is like backpedaling, like you’ve failed to do it big so now you’re back to living in your parents house and working an easy day job just to get by. No. I mean, I still live with my parents, but that’s not because I can’t afford my own place. I think it’s a culture thing, and besides the island stretches for 2 hours max at 25 miles per hour. It almost makes no sense to get my own place… even though I am seriously considering it, just because I miss having my own nesting place.
And I’ve found good meaningful work. Never thought I’d be working for my local government but hey, you take opportunities as they come and make it better. And better your community. I also have a part time job as a social media manager for a patent ranking company off-island. Got that gig through one of my favorite college professors who owns the company, and after interning with him last summer, I’ve gotten to know the industry a lot better so it was a good fit.
My weekends at home have also been crazy. I’ve made friends with a lot of expats on island who see this place differently than I have ever looked at it my whole life. I never thought I’d be so happy to hike local grounds and climb these mountains. But it’s refreshing to see home with a new light.
On a nice day, I’ll pick up my paddle board and head straight to the beach after work; or I drive around the island in search of a good place to eat. On rainy days, I’m hanging out with new friends that come and go but I learn about their lives and am amazed at how our lives have converged somehow; or I’m reading that old book I got in college but never managed to pick up because I was too busy. It’s home therapy. Not what everyone necessarily wants or needs, but it’s just so good to have.
For every kind thought that has been spoken, thank you.
For every every voice that has sung to me, sing with me.
For every story lived and yet to be told, always remember.
For every smile that has touched mine, let’s collide.
For every heart that has been poured out, I love you.
For every hope and wishful thinking, hold on.
For every soul and every being, continue to be.
-incomplete happy thoughts
on the beach in b&w