Home

“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.

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2 Replies to “Home”

  1. The obscenities are not necessary although they seem to become more and more of everyday language. I admit that I use the same words but try not to expecially when in a mixed group. When my youngest son was growing up I made a very concious effort not to use them while he was young. Now when I am at a crowded public place I take offense when I hear young people use those words. I guess times have changed as I grow older. the story is certainly written from the heart and jumps out at you (reader).

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  2. The obscenities are not necessary although they seem to become more and more of everyday language. I admit that I use the same words (usually when frustrated while working on things mechanical) but try not to expecially when in a mixed group. When my youngest son was growing up I made a very concious effort not to use them while he was young. Now when I am at a crowded public place I take offense when I hear young people use those words as a course of normal conversation. I guess times have changed as I grow older. the story is certainly written from the heart and jumps out at you (reader).

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