City Girl Gone Wandering
To be honest, I’ve actually been living in Hawaii for two-and-a-half crazy months now, but for the sake of this blog… I live in Hawaii now!
This would normally be around the time when I’d be getting ready to leave and go on to a new place. Instead, I wake each morning and feel the roots I’ve accidentally sprung sink themselves deeper down into this bed of lava rock.
Hawaii is wonderful, but I can feel the restlessness stirring around inside me like a turbulent infection that refuses to heal. I’ve learned something recently: staying still is hard. Living in paradise certainly eases that burden, but wanderlust is a beast of an illness to free yourself from. Alas, roots have been laid, and Big Island retains its hold on me for the time being.
But don’t let my wanderlust fool you; life in Hawaii is just as incredible as I imagined it would be. Each day, I walk to work while the ocean breeze plays with my hair. It’s a two-mile stretch to the office, down Ali’i Drive and out to the main drag of Kona Town.
Everyone I pass wishes me a good morning or a good afternoon. They’re all smiling. The ones who aren’t smiling seem unfortunate and out of place. I imagine them all to be East Coasters.
I often watch the sun set over the ocean through the wall of windows in my delightful studio apartment. Right now, the sky is painted in a delicate shade of salmon as the sun’s rays dance among the blanket of white clouds. Pinks, oranges, blues, and greys swirl together into a symphony of color.
If I walk down the street for ten minutes I reach the water. A few more minutes and I reach a small hidden beach where Green Sea Turtles frolic about. I go there often after work to watch them swim. One night, a particularly cheeky turtle tried to make a beeline for me. It’s a good thing they’re so slow or else who knows what dirty tricks the fella might have tried.
Life here is relaxed. I rush nowhere, and enjoy pausing to smell the flowers that line my street. I watch the leaves of the palm trees dance in the wind. I smile a lot and laugh often. Moving here was the right choice.
Moving here has also showed me that the serendipity I had previously encountered on this island is a permanent state of nature rather than a fleeting affair. I arrived here on the first of October with several tentative plans, and no real clue about what was going to happen or what I was doing. Within a week I had secured a fantastic job and an even more fantastic place to live.
This island is magic. No matter how hard I try to find a better description for it, that is the one word that seems to keep popping up. Hawaii is magic, and I am so grateful to call it home.
And even though I continue to struggle with my nomadic ways, Hawaii has a way of settling me down with every magnificent sunset that passes by my eyes.
Not to mention the fact that my new job requires me to go on an abundance of exciting adventures. So far I have explored shipwrecks on a submarine (spoiler alert: we saw a shark), circled the island in a van, gone to a Luau, and chased down the recent lava flows on a doors-off helicopter tour. And the best part is that I get to share all of these experiences (and many more) with my wonderful readers! So, which one would you all like to hear about first? The tales abound.