Tuesday, March 8, 2011

I Forget I Used to Live on a Volcano

Okay, I'm exaggerating. The closest thing to a Volcano that I've stood next to was probably the glass furnace in glassblowing class in high school (and seeing that it resulted in second degree burns, me and hot fire do not mix), but after watching recent videos of the Kilauea eruptions on the Big Island of Hawaii, I am reminded how beautiful and powerful Hawaiian nature can be. Now living on the East Coast, I am jealous of the art and natural history museums children growing up here have access to, but looking back, I wouldn't trade it for a zip-line ride through the Ko'olau Mountain range, ghost stories under stars as bright as the Swarovski crystals on JLo's Golden Globe dress or searching for sea life in the tide pools at Makapu'u. I miss the awe and overwhelming emotion deep blue skies and towering green mountains can have but instead now I am just in awe and overwhelmed by that awful pee smell at the 6th Avenue L stop.

1 comment:

  1. Great post. You better appreciate being from Hawaii because the rest of the US is sure jealous of you. ;)