Aloha and Beyond
Leaving places has become a bit of a standard for me throughout my adulthood. Part of the fun (if it can be called that) of growing older is noticing the patterns of behavior that wind through the colorful threads of story that make up life as we know it. For me, moving places and then leaving at a certain point is one of them. Doing so on a whim, or with trust, or with whatever you choose to call it, is another. Wringing all the juice out of each spot along the way and then setting sail for another land, another port of call, a new spot on the map: been there, done that. It's a thing for me I suppose, and I would say I am as comfortable doing it as anyone else I know. Dare I also say, I may have even gotten pretty good at it. As I prepare to leave Hawaii in the morning, I can see how this pattern, this restless thread, has run through my life since before I can remember. I have always had the wanderlust. I never used to know what it was called. Now I know. I have been