“Where you from?” is one question we get asked choke times throughout our lives? In Hawaii, that question is either preceded by or followed immediately with “Wot school you went?”
To me, home stay inside. It’s always with me.
My home in the macro sense is Hawai`i, as it’s all I’ve ever known. More importantly, I love Hawai`i. There’s been time where some people never show me love that most locals get because the pigment of my skin is a shade lighter then what we associate with Hawai`i, and as much as that fucked with my head, I was the one that let it. And sadly, I did the same thing, to others who even more so weren’t from here. I wouldn’t change any of that experience because it’s help me to appreciate and understand my essence even more so.
Home in a more micro sense is Hilo. “Hilo’s just a rainy old town, at night I listen to the rain… fall.” I lived Oahu longer than I lived in Hilo but no matter because Hilo gave me it’s calm. There were times I couldn’t wait to leave because when I was more young I had my head stuck up my ass and couldn’t see the world, was always in one rush for do something rather than enjoy where I was. As soon as I left though, I knew that I missed it, that I love it. Every time, no matter the length, going home for me is blessed.
Home in totality for me is the laid back Hilo calm borderline neutrality that no matter where you go and what you face it’s always there to see you through to the end. And, you still get a little kolohe/focka wot kine passion that stirs it up every now and then.
No matter where my journey takes me, whether it be Hawai`i or far away, Hilo is with me, Hawai`i is with me and because of that and so long I neva forget home, paradise, Aloha, is shared with the world.