I find myself being struck with the face that I actually LIVE in Hawaii at random, odd moments. This morning I was sitting a low rock wall, drinking coffee and looking at the ocean with sweat running down my back (at 10 in the morning!!!!) and it just hit me. This thought that surfaces every once in a while. "I can believe I actually live here." For me, though, unlike most people I know here, it's not a though that brings with it the crazy feelings of "Wow! I can't believe I live in this paradise where people with lots of money honey-moon and vacation," but rather, "Wow, I can't believe that I live in this foreign place where summer never ends and people I've never understood or related to dream of living."
