Growing up in Hawai’i
I took this picture when I was sitting under a tree reflecting upon my life. I wanted to save this memory. It was a moment of clarity, understanding, and gratitude. Looking at this picture I feel just that.
Growing up on a small yet big island taught me much. Learning how to have respect towards others. The importance of family is. If you have never been to Hawai’i, everyone there seems to be related. You have no idea how many aunties I have haha. We consider a family of those who are not “blood-related.”
A lot of the older generations, such as grandparents, great grandparents, etc, enjoy living a simple life. Living in a plantation house, go to work, take care of the family, and that’s it.once and a while goes fishing as a hobby. As I reflect upon the past generations to mine, the time has changed. My generation we have the need to move away from the simple life our elders once lived for a more busy, loud lifestyle.
I remember a time not too long ago where I found joy walking down to the river with my siblings to catch prawns. Now we seem to find more joy watching youtube videos of people falling into rivers. I’m not saying it is a bad thing, it just goes to show how things have changed in just a little over 10 years.
Being thankful for having the privilege of seeing how my elders lived/live. Now that I moved away I have a piece of that with me. Even though I too crave the busy life, I like the country living as well I enjoy the quiet. That’s one thing I miss since I moved away. How slow time moves there. The big family gatherings, and the early morning conversations with a hot cup of coffee. simple.
One thing I noticed that when you grow up in a smallish town like that you tend to stay there. We like to say “stuck on the rock”. Most people talk about leaving, but always find a reason why they can’t leave. reason being our family is there, and they are important. We are not used to living in different states. We are used to living 5-10 minutes away from each other. It took much courage for me to decide to make the move. I don’t regret it one bit. I miss my family dearly, but with technology now it’s hard to not stay in touch.
I have a young brother and sister ages 4 and 6. I write to them monthly. I make creative envelopes and letters and talk about my month and ask them about theirs. They are my little pen pals. Hand writing is becoming scarce, and I believe it’s so important. I hope they know how much I love, and miss them.
I will always remember where I came from. The lessons I have learned in Hawai’I made me who I am today.