Here at last

As I was writing in my journal this morning, I realized why I have not posted on my blog regularly in a long time. When I was going to Mozambique with the Peace Corps, for safety reasons, I began keeping a paper journal rather than a public blog. I suppose it has just become a habit at this point. 

I am still struggling with the time change now that I am here in Hawai'i. I am 6 hours behind my family on the East Coast, and 12 hours behind my friends in Europe and Africa. With the help of well-timed Benedryl in the late evening, I have been able to sleep through the night, though I am waking ar earlier than I would like. 

I am in quarantine until the 21st of October. I must admit, as prisons go, I cannot complain. My small studio apartment has lovely Frech Doors that open into a tropical paradise in my backyard. Our tall rock wall surrounding the property allows privacy, so I am able to leave my drapes open, and even open the windows when it is nice at night. 

I am enjoying seeing the unfamiliar birds here. I have a large Frangipani tree and another blossoming tree whose name escapes me. I also have a banana tree right outside my bathroom window. When so inclined, I can take my coffee or tea on the outside patio.

Though a bit warm during the day, it still feels less humid than my home in South Carolina and my adopted home of Florida. It is still amazing to me that I am living on an island in the Pacific in the shadow of a volcano. It blew my mind to realize how "close" I am to Australia and China, and even Russia. Though it is far behind my desire to visit Germany as soon as I am able, I must make an effort to visit these places.

What I feel most is at peace. I feel no tension in my shoulders. I love the silence in my apartment. I play the music I once played when I gave massages, and it puts me in a reflective and meditative state. In a strange way, I realize that I have finally begun anew. I arrive here carrying all of my loved ones in my heart, but knowing that my love does not require their physical presence. It is exciting to know that I can craft whatever life I like here. I can date, or not. I can make new friends. I can explore. I can finally get certified for scuba diving. I can travel. I am finally free.

I married at 18 and had my children at 20 and 24. My youth was devoted to them, and I spent the first half of my life being responsible for raising (what I pray) are relatively happy, intelligent, and healthy adults. They have provided me with precious grandchildren. Now, I plan to embrace the adventures for the next stage of my life. 

I am eager to see what comes next!

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