Reflection/ Introduction

This blog isn't about food or being green.
But I can't promise I'll won't write about either.

I've been in Hawaii for almost two months.
I've been a college graduate for almost three.
I've been 23 years old for almost four.
And I've been afraid of growing up my entire life.

But here I am, in the middle of the Pacific ocean, the furthest away from Boston that I have even been, the furthest away from my family that I have ever been, and the longest I've ever been away from either. Surprisingly, homesickness is not something that I've had to deal with. Looking back I'm thankful for the countless sleepovers at Sara's house in Linden Square, Britney & Nicole's on Highland Ave, Heather's in Wilmington, college in Boston (Huntington, Columbus, & Westland), and dialogues in Venice & Cuenca. Although the older I get, the further the distance, the further the distance, the closer I get to finding out something I didn't know about myself. It's these experiences that forced me to realize that distance is only a way to measure the physical space between things.

As a result of the distance, and my constant "grass always looks greener" way of thinking, I'm slowly teaching myself to enjoy the moment, to be thankful for what I have, and to forget about what I don't. Because at the end of the day, instead of mice in Boston, I have cockroaches in Hawaii. Instead of frostbite, I have sunburns. Instead of too much time to myself, I have too little. Instead of not enough time, I have too much. Instead of one job, I have four. Instead of spending all my money at Whole Foods, I spend it at the Farmer's Market. Instead of worrying about passing classes, I'm worried about paying bills.

And whether I live on Westland Avenue or Kaui Street, my tub STILL will not drain.

So, like it or not, I'm growing-up.
More often than not taking detours to grow-left, then to grow-right.
But hopefully still, growing-up.