I sorta intended to post some pics while I was here but i forgot to pack the cable for my camera. So you know, fuck it. Pix later, when I get home.

In any case, one last day on Kauai and then back to california. As always, I leave Hawaii a vague feeling of sorrow; I don’t need anything from home. I could stay, giving up the mainland and not looking back.

There’s never enough time; even my kona trip last fall, when I stayed for three weeks, i left with the notion that I’d done half of what I wanted. And yet it takes only a week for me to start thinking of here as home. This trip, I stayed in two houses on two different parts of the island, dove, swam, snorkled, girl-watched, cooked, ate, hiked, took pictures; I found time to sit on the front porch of my house on hanalei bay and watch the sky change. I travel at an un-hurried pace when possible, finding time to do nothing; but this always means as may things un-done as things done.

I’m ok with that; I don’t need to finish. Travel isn’t about what you do; it’s about what you see, what you learn. If one is done, generally, one isn’t doing it right.

I do not want to go home; in my heart, I am home already.