Today I attended a memorial service for an old departed friend. It was being held at a beachside town where I used to spend a lot of time but I must say that my feet had not touched the water there in countless years.
When I go into detail about my youth, I always start with Hawaii. It was my one and only home for years. We did move to Virginia for a few years when I was very young but long before I even thought of surfing we had packed up and moved back. Then we moved to Florida and my life changed.
I guess I began to lead a double life.
I remember one great swell and I was skateboarding by my house. A few of the skaters looked sad.
The waves are great today someone spoke…and we are missing it.
The waves are great I said. It was a really good day today. The other skaters wondered what I meant.
Did you go surfing today?
So this was my life. Split between friends who lived miles apart. A lot of driving!
In the past few months I have heard this mentioned several times and yet, each time it was from someone cities…even continents apart.
My home is in Brazil. Where I can wait for my wife to finish work and play with my dog.
My home is in Florida with my family and my house.
My home is in Hawaii.
So I might not be able to pick a favorite but to answer the person today…
Yes…it is nice to be home.