Alchera Project, Project 33, Option 4.

Home truly is where the heart is, and my home is on a group of islands in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I know I’ve lived in Hawaii way too long…here’s why…in no particular order…

• I bring out the winter parka when the temperature drops to a chilly 69 degrees.
• I’m never entirely sure how many hours Hawaii is behind the Mainland (it’s 9:00 here, so it must be 11:00 in L.A….or is it 12:00)?
• When I visit a friend’s house on the Mainland, the first thing I do at the door is take off my shoes.
• I take offense when people ask, “Have you ever been to the States?” (implying that Hawaii isn’t one), and I want to grab them, shake them, and yell, “It’s the Mainland, lolo!”
• I call close family friends “Uncle” and “Auntie”.
• I’ve gotten used to TV sportscasters saying “close your eyes” before they show final scores of games that are telecast on tape delay.
• I know that good coffee comes from Kona, and good sugar comes from cane. And only cane. (with all due respect to K. Jones)
• No meal is complete without rice. Sticky rice. None of this Uncle Ben’s s**t.
• I actually like SPAM®.
• I pronounce “karaoke” with its proper Japanese pronunciation, “kah-rah-OH-keh”, and not “carry-OH-kee”. (Carrie Oki? Sounds like a classmate of mine from high school…)
• Despite the high cost of living, the high taxes, and the knowledge that I will probably never own my own home unless I inherit it, I can’t think of any other place I want to live.

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