pasalubong...(souvenirs)

Despite all efforts to act and think positively- I must admit that there are times when nothing helps pull you out of a funk like a little bitching and moaning (though, margarita's work too). I should know, for the better part of my existence- that's exactly what I did. Being disgruntled is a pre-requisite especially if you're from Jersey and need to drive on the Parkway or work in Manhattan, Newark, and most area hospitals. Your chances of survival increase dramatically if you learn to give a little lip and aren't afraid of getting into altercations. But since moving to Hawaii- none of these scare tactics seem appropos...afterall- this is paradise, right? So, alternate measures like cat napping and frolicking in the sun have replaced my once tightly wound, neurotic, east coast habits. And I won't lie- it is a fabulous existence but like you, I have my moments. The biggest difference however, is that I'm not pushed and shoved out of path trains, hustled and bustled on 6th Avenue, or need to take a defensive stance when walking my dog. Peace, quiet, and talking story best describes island living.

Soon enough, I plan on making a reappearance back on the mainland where my natural instincts and tendencies make me feel right at home. And though, it would be lovely to bottle up some downtime and a laissez faire state of mind when the pangs of anxiety and road rage begin to resurface- we all know that REAL happiness doesn't come in a can or a jar. (i said real happiness!)  So, what will I bring home? Hmm- I'm actually not really sure. But, what I can say is that living outside my comfort zone and dropping old habits for new ones will mean more than a box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts and a dashboard hula girl in a grass skirt. What are you bringing back? Do tell...