Updated: Jan 2
Hawaii - Wherever You Go, There You Are
For the entirety of my life, I have been a homebody. That doesn't mean I don't like dinners out, movies, and normal debauchery. Instead, it means I don't find being at home horrible. More than that I would never lie about my staying in on a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday evening. There are worse places I can be such as a crack house, insane asylum or, incarcerated. I have always lived in or near tourist areas where I could partake in forms of entertainment wherever and whenever I wanted. Whether it's going into New York City to see a Broadway show or living in Hawaii on Oahu.
I've lived in Hawaii for twenty years and the time has flown by. Except for the occasional food issues and the terrifying bug life, Hawaii has been a wonderful place to live. There are times when I worry that I'm not being active enough living here. Everyone I know is always doing something cool like ziplining or jumping out of a plane. Because the weather is favorable year-round, means few activities can't be performed daily. This is great but it leaves me with little excuse when I don't feel like going out. Even though I won't lie about when I have plans, I would rather be a homebody in a place that has zero to offer. I would never be embarrassed if I was living in Maine, and had no plans. However, living in Hawaii and not wanting to be outside, seems criminal when I could be doing a zillion fun things. Water activities alone include boating, water-skiing, jet-skiing, surfing, hydrofoil surfing, kite surfing stand-up paddleboarding, boogie boarding, scuba diving, snorkeling, and skim-boarding. If I wanted to visit a partially snow-covered mountain, or a lava-covered landscape, shop, hike, bike, or go to museums I could.
Hawaii has some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, many of which I can visit whenever I want. I have nothing against beaches, the sand, and the surf. Unfortunately, I'm just not a woman who is "beach ready." I'm jealous of the women I know who look like they've either just come from or are going to the beach. They never need to shave or find something to wear that doesn't look like a cover-up or cover-all. These girls are wash and wear and I mean that as a compliment. The saltwater turns my hair into what looks like a stiff wig and regardless of how much sunscreen I or someone else slathers on me, I'm going to get burned. Unlike these beach girls who can put on a tank top and denim shorts, grab their surfboard and go. I need a full cooler of beverages because I get so freaking thirsty. I need flip-flops because I can't go any distance without proper footwear and in Hawaii, slippas aka flip-flops are proper footwear. I need at least two towels, one to dry me if I go into the water and the other to lay on. I have to have my phone with me as I'm sure most people would agree is important, but I never have the appropriate accessories to keep my phone safe from the surf and sand. I enjoy being dropped off at a beach entrance as opposed to walking long distances to get to the beach. To clarify, once all the above are completed, I'm very happy to be viewing the beauty of the beach and people watching.
No clue why my insanely active friends enjoy being friends with me. It's likely my cheery, upbeat personality that usually sees any glass as half-full. I don't mind having friends who take lava tube tours or enjoy a show and dinner in Waikiki. However, It would be nice if I had buddies who had disorders that made it impossible for them to be active. Nothing too mentally or physically damaging, maybe a bout of agoraphobia that only lasts a few weeks or a case of hyperhidrosis aka fear of sweat. Wait I got it! What about if they were to have their period three weeks a month? I would never wish that on anyone, considering I'm in my fifties and still ride the cotton pony. What makes it more obvious that I'm not outside much is my lack of a savage tan. My mainland friends (contiguous US) don't even believe that I live in Hawaii because of my pasty skin.
Like in many of my tales, my mom comes up somewhere. Growing up she avoided being outside. If she had to be outdoors for any length of time, she would say things like, "air is extremely tiring." Her patience level for people who are enjoying themselves outside also annoys her. The sound of a basketball hitting the pavement could drive her insane. I'm not like that at all, it's the sound of a garbage can being shuffled from the house to the street that can make my blood boil. She doesn't enjoy certain smells that she associates with the outside. When my parents came to Hawaii to visit my mom kept smelling something burning and after a day was convinced the hotel was on fire...a very slow burn. As she was at the front desk inquiring, my dad was pretending he didn't know her. She explained to the front desk person very calmly that she believed the hotel was on fire. The mystery was solved when the receptionist explained the longest-running luau takes place down the street. This meant the smell was coming from the imu, an underground steamer-like hole used to cook. I guess I should have known that but I can't go to luau's so I forgot.
Like in the song Turn! Turn! Turn! by the Byrds, there is a time for everything. So I'm in a nesting (not the organized one) period and that is what it is. As with many things in my life, it is me who is the critical one dictating in my mind how I should be spending my time. When I'm ready I will go back into the world, my only question is if the world is ready for me?
PS These pics are of me outdoors, if you can't tell.