the clock on my computer says its 5:42pm, which means my body thinks its 10:42pm. i’m on a plane somewhere over the pacific ocean, on my way back to honolulu, after having spent nearly two weeks on the mainland. i spent the first few days in dallas, texas for a conference, but this post isn’t about that. i’m writing about my trip home.
i was there for five days, over the yom kippur holiday. the holiday itself isn’t one for particular celebration; it is the day of repentance and fasting and asking forgiveness from those we have wronged over the past year. i went to services at a shul that i actually like for the first time since i’ve been in hawaii. and i broke the traditional fast with my family, also something i haven’t been able to do since coming to the islands.
but none of this is what i really want to talk about. i celebrated my four year anniversary in hawaii on planes and in airports returning from this visit home, which is both interesting and somewhat ironic. when i left for hawaii, i planned to only be here for about a year, or so. i never intended to stay for any extended period of time, though i’m not sure that i intended to return to kansas. now four years have passed and there is no clear indication or plan as to when i might depart. it comes as a great surprise to me that i have managed to make somewhat of a home for myself here.