02-25-2008, 04:57 PM
I think when you fall in love you just fall in love. You take whatever comes with it. We fell in love with a piece of land in Fern Forest. We are aching to get there. All of what you mention bubbles forth there. We are blind to it. We are not ignorant, just blind. Live and let live. Six acres of lush, warm, rainy, quiet, tropical, land 20 miles from Hilo, 20 miles from anything you might need or dream of needing. That is paradise because paradise is relative. It is our Oasis.
Right now, I live in paradise. Few would argue that living 20 minutes from Big Sur, walking the streets of quaint Carmel, and darting from the fog of beautiful Monterey to the always sunny Carmel Valley, and meeting only Aloha faces everywhere, is about as close as it gets. Yet, I have given it 30 years after landing here from New England, and I have not fallen in love. Oh, how I love my land in Hawaii. It calls to me daily. It is not logical. It just is for us. In addition, it is not for you. Go in peace. Find your place. It is somewhere. When you fall in love, you know it.
Right now, I live in paradise. Few would argue that living 20 minutes from Big Sur, walking the streets of quaint Carmel, and darting from the fog of beautiful Monterey to the always sunny Carmel Valley, and meeting only Aloha faces everywhere, is about as close as it gets. Yet, I have given it 30 years after landing here from New England, and I have not fallen in love. Oh, how I love my land in Hawaii. It calls to me daily. It is not logical. It just is for us. In addition, it is not for you. Go in peace. Find your place. It is somewhere. When you fall in love, you know it.