One year ago today we arrived in Kona. You can read about it HERE.
The original plan was to see if we could make Hawaiʻi our home for the next number of years, so how are we doing with that? Well, we’re still here. We’re gonna be here for a while more.
How do we like the place?
Well, there’s a lot to like about the place. For one thing — and this is strange — you kind of feel like the problems of the mainland are the problems of a different country. It’s not just the distance, it’s a mindset.
I mean, it’s not true, but it feels as if we are somewhat insulated from the current political and societal strife inundating the news and the lives of so many. I suppose that could be just as true in various remote communities on the mainland. Certainly, Alaska also fits that bill. It’s just that it seems . . . “more” like that here.
There’s also a certain laziness here. I suppose it could be because it’s hot and humid and doing anything involves discomfort and sweating. Whatever the reason, it does seem as if the days just glide by barely leaving a ripple in our lives.
Ergo, the fact it seems incredible we’ve been here a year. Also, we’re not in a hurry to do anything. I suppose that is good, but it’s also bad. I’m less productive here than I was back in Colorado. More easily distracted, yes, but in a good way.
Or, maybe not a good way . . . I guess it depends on one’s goals.
We do have a daily routine . . . get up, go to the Old Kona Airport, walk 4.5 to 6.3 miles (depending on the day), go to the gym and work out for an hour, drive back to the condo along Aliʻi Drive — sometimes stopping to watch the surfers — do a late breakfast/early lunch, do a few chores, and relax.
I take the occasional photo, we go shop a few times a week, go for a drive once in a while . . . no set schedule, really, other than the exercise.
We don’t miss the snow, don’t miss the traffic (because we also hit it here), don’t miss yard or house maintenance.
We do miss the low humidity. We do miss having air conditioning. I miss the incredibly clear nights.
We don’t like the bugs and geckos . . . but we’re more successful at keeping them outside our living space.
One of the things I’m often asked about is the dreaded Island Fever. We sort of knew that was not going to be the case for us. If and when we leave the islands, it will not be because of Island Fever.
It might be because of the threat of hurricanes, earthquakes, possible lava flows, tsunamis, the often thick vog, and because it looks like the Big Island is following in the footsteps of the other islands and getting mite crowded. But, not yet.
By the way, we’ve yet to dip our toes — or any part of us — into the ocean. That’s right; we live on an island and have not gotten wet once.
Besides, were we to contemplate moving, we have no idea where we might go. That was, in fact, a major part of our decision to come here. With anything as an option, we figure we would give this a shot.
So, for now, we exercise, relax, eat, sleep, and occasionally go on a drive. All in all, it’s not a bad way to spend the time.
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