| Current mood: |  amused |
| Current music: | "Rusty Cage" - Soundgarden |
I know, it's the greatest cliche in the world, but... seeing as how I've suddenly found myself out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on a beautiful Hawaiian Island... I guess it's only appropriate to start off with "Aloha". Yeah, the roving journalist wakes up in paradise. And for once, it's not just some temporary trip arranged by San Diego at the last minute... I'm not in Hawaii to do a specific story and get the hell back to California before the deadline. No, this was my own spontaneous decision. I packed up my stuff, paid for a plane ticket, I brought this chapter of my life in Little Five Points to a close.
My plane landed just a couple of hours ago, on the island of Molokai. This is pretty much pure, 100% Hawaii... a small, rural island, very simple, nothing flashy or fake or extravagant to throw you off. There's villages, open markets, palm trees, incredible beaches with fine white sand, deep blue ocean stretching out all the way to touch the horizon... The whole nine yards. Paradise in every aspect of the word.
I've checked into a room at the Aloha Rose, so I'm settled for now. I'm looking forward to exploring the island, just hangin' out and taking it easy for a few days. Yeah, eventually I'll have to find an apartment... and fuck, I guess I'll have to start looking for a job, too. I'm still connected to San Diego, though... if they call me up with an assignment, that'll be more money in my pocket. See, an occupation in freelance journalism is somewhat unstable... but hey, I'm not really concerned with stability. I'm working on my own terms, I get to travel... and I can depend on more than one source for a nice, fat paycheck every once in a while.
And you know what? I'm in Hawaii. Notice how the little details in life just seem to melt away when you say that out loud? "I'm in Hawaii. I'm in Hawaii." It leaves nothing to be desired.
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