I've decided to make chili. Having never made it before, I picked up some things that sound like they should go in it - a few types of dried beans, some tomatoes, chili powder, onions, green bell peppers,* and ground buffalo. I figure I'll toss it all together and hope for the best. This is my preferred method of cooking. Usually it works out. Sometimes, not so much.
Now that I've addressed the chili, I'll move on to Hawaii. One of my bloggy friends - Vicki, from Where The Fuhkaui - has moved with her family to Hawaii. I'm burning with envy. BURNING. It's becoming physically painful. I've already been wanting to steal her on the road, unschooling, adventure filled life, and this latest development is like a stab in the eye. Hawaii. The land of my birth. My island heritage.**
They just decided that they've always wanted to live there, and they up and moved. Just like that. I'm in awe of them, so impressed with their fearlessness, with the way they follow their dreams. I would love to follow in their footsteps.
The only problems, from what I can see, are that A: I married my mother. Not literally, of course, but the same type of personality. I got MM to Texas, and now that we're back in AZ, I don't think he'll ever leave again. He's settled here, he loves it, he hates newness and starting over and all that comes with it. Life on the road, I'm afraid, is my dream, not his.
The B part is money. Now if we would have decided to do this when we sold the house before last, when we had a lot of money in the bank, maybe it could have worked. At least for a little while. But since we're down to a very small nest egg, I think one month in Hawaii would suck it all away. And work-wise, I'm not sure what we'd do in Hawaii. It's an expensive place to live. We could always sell pot to tourists, but what kind of example does that set for BW?
Hawaii, or really anywhere but Arizona, is not in our future. For now, I will continue to live vicariously through Vicki while enjoying the life we've created here. And maybe, just maybe, show up at her door one day for a visit during our next island vacation. :)
*The devil's fruit. They are fruit, right? Doesn't matter. The important part here is that they're made by the devil. Which is code for I REALLY don't like them. But I'm beginning to find that they're kinda sorta OK cooked in some dishes, so, again, hoping for the best.
**Well, I was born there. My dad was in the Navy. Island heritage maybe a little inaccurate. It was mostly for dramatic effect.