In an effort to shake a bit of the holiday blues and a mild case of homesickness, our faux Christmas tree went up this evening. This year marks our fourth Christmas in Hawaii and though it's nothing like being home, I can honestly say that we finally know what to expect. When you trade down jackets and miserable weather for shorts and tropical tradewinds- believe it or not, it does take some getting used to. Especially coming from a humongous family like ours where holiday traditions run decades deep. For over 30 years, its been completely normal for me to suffer through frigid winters, argue with the elderly over parking spots in the mall, and spend time with family and friends through company parties, girls nights, and Christmas dinners. Although since moving, much of the norm far from exists. When temps get down in the low 70's, I admittedly feel a bit chilly, I've given up on arguing with the geriatrics, and while I appreciate the lovely weather, our new friends, and laid back lifestyle- I still can't help but to wish for cashmere scarves, ice skating in Central Park, and bone chilling cold.
But, how could I know I missed those things if I never left them in the first place? How could I appreciate what I had if I never experience anything new? And how could I know what my heart really wants, if I never feel a piece of it missing? Truthfully, without taking chances and risking the possibility of being wrong- I'd probably never know. Instead of feeling regretful and disappointed about all the things that I missed- what I really feel is...absolutely positive that the bridges I crossed and the roads I traveled was exactly what I needed to do. And you- what chances are you taking? Do tell...
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