As we were leaving the HIFF reception last week, my friend Sean joked that when we first met I still had alot of New York in me, and now I have alot of Kailua in me. It was a remark in passing but I found it poignant.
It feels like eons ago that we stepped off the plane to make a home here. I was still high off of my last event with MOCA. I had quit my job but believed that I could maintain my life in NY from thousands of miles away. I literally thought that if I woke up at 5AM PST to make my calls and write my emails that no one in NY would notice that I’d left. Which at the time was more important to me than figuring out how to make a life in Hawaii. When I think about myself back then I feel a little sorry for myself.
It’s been a slow process letting go…but I have. When this is over I will have lived here for a total of eighteen months over two years. It’s a funny combination of being settled, but not really.