Then Again

For a while, I was content with being in the south and the suburbs. While I am enjoying the lovely weather and the man of my dreams, the location is becoming less than ideal. I miss New York City. I don't miss the financial struggles or the smell of garbage, but I miss the traffic, the hot dog stands, I miss the people, the diversity, the art, the lights... on the other hand, I am glad to be away from it.

And I want a change. I long to be on a real island, Hawaii. I long to be surrounded by water, Asians and Pacific Islanders, and sunshine and warm rains. I want to hula and surf and swim and SCUBA, and sing and play ukulele. Ah, well.