I’ve always believed that Hawaii tends to keep the folks that she wants to. The people who move here and have problems fitting in don’t make it. They are unable to acclimate; can’t deal with the weather; get island fever; hate the food and end up leaving. I am pretty sure that no one misses them. I have never felt like one of those people. I definitely had a rough patch mostly around homesickness but I rallied once I joined a paddling team. It grounded me and allowed me to be a part of a great community.
So now that we have just returned from our NY jaunt for six months, I am starting to feel like Hawaii’s love affair with me has ended. Or maybe she is just angry that I have been away for so long and this is a temporary punishment; like a time out. The day we left LA Keanu came down with a stomach virus. Despite hand washing and wiping down surfaces, our six year old came down with it today; the day before he was about to return to his second grade class here in Hawaii. Even if he stops vomiting tonight, I don’t think that he will be able to go tomorrow. The stomach virus also kept us from completing our Costco run to replenish our stocks here at the apartment. We headed out but wisely decided to turn around. We pulled into the parking spot, the six year old opened the door and vomited out of the car. Perfect timing; truly.
I am supposed to start work next week Monday. I decided to have a week off back here to sort of get things in order despite the fact that as a family, we desperately need me to get paid. Apparently the judicial system thinks that instead of reporting to work next week Monday, instead I should report to the federal court building to potentially be selected to sit on a grand jury; on the first day of work. Yeah, I’m not really sure how that’s going to turn out.
These small stumbling blocks; delays, are just dragging me down. Life has been on hold for so long and although we keep trying to restart it, to get our lives underway in a normal fashion again, it is just not happening. Keanu and I have yet to experience any truly intimate time together due to sickness and the fear of germ spreading. It is frustrating and aggravating. It makes me read too much into what is going on. Truthfully, it makes me want to cry. I realize that my feelings are likely the culmination of all that has happened and hasn’t happened over the past six months. I just hope that very, very soon I start to feel the aloha again because right now I do not feel like Hawaii wants me back.