Tuesday, October 05, 2010
It is a hard thing to return home after a long trip.
Some people say that they 'can't wait' to get back home.
Not from Hawai'i.
I was surprised as I drove the last few miles up the gravel road into the setting sun. The colors were quite nice, actually beautiful.
But it didn't strike my heart quite that way.
I had a husband and Morris, a mule...and other animals waiting to greet me.
But this last trip had done something to me.
Perhaps now I can understand with definite certitude why my father wished he could be in Hawai'i forever.
Pipe dream, I suppose.
My husband was ecstatic to see me. As was Morris.
I am slowly re-acclimating to Wisconsin.
The cold does not please me.
I miss the ocean, the musical sound of the heavy surf pounding against the rocks.
I long for the smell of salt air and brine.
I feel as though I left a small part of me there.
Back to business.
I have a life to run.