My mind has been going every-which-way for the past few days. I’ll start making a to do list and then remember that I need to switch the calendar over to July in the kitchen, and on my way there I pick up some shoes to put away and decide I’m thirsty, so I’ll stop for some water at the fridge. Then I’ll remember to take my vitamins, and before I know it I’m at the table cutting up an apple for a snack. Sometime later I’ll remember my original task — lately, I’m in more of a “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” mood than anything else.
You see, the reality of this life as a military spouse has finally hit me. Last week we found out our next assignment will be in Hawaii, and we’ll move there — from Texas, across the ocean, with all our belongings — in the fall. Isn’t that crazy? Isn’t that amazing? How is it even possible?? Those are some of the things my mind has been turning over and over. Moving to Hawaii is not “normal” or “common,” but hell if I want that kind of life anyway (see this beautiful reminder of the possibility that life affords). Right now I’m probably a little too focused on the little things, like how to even begin this process of shipping a car, storing our winter coats, scheduling a move and a flight or two. Sure, I’ve done a move before, but never like this. It all becomes a bit overwhelming once the details and the big picture intermingle.
A little over a year ago my husband and I were in Hawaii for our honeymoon. We visited Volcano National Park, toured Pearl Harbor on Memorial Day, cruised Waikiki beach with fruity cocktails and wore nothing but bathing suits and sandals. Had you asked me then to think about returning to live on the islands I would have brushed the suggestion off as an inconceivable dream.
But it’s here — it is my new reality. And it’s fitting that the Equals Record published this essay of mine this week, even though I submitted it months ago. As with all things, the timing is perfect.
In the midst of all of this thinking and wondering and questioning, I’ve let go of my original sense of euphoria. I’m here to bring back the dreaming and keep the excitement for this next adventure alive, starting with a cocktail and a list — my two favorite forms of celebration.
Here are some things I’m looking forward to about island life:
learning to surf and paddleboard
hiking every weekend, to waterfalls and through rainforests and along towering cliffs overlooking the ocean
learning about a traditional culture and the amazing foods that go along with it
eating fresh coconut and pineapple
perfecting beach hair
hosting family vacations
running on the sand
making new friends
settling into a new house
dancing the hula and playing the ukelele
I’m excited to soak up every new flavor and texture, to embrace this new reality with an attitude of adventure and celebration. Another aspect of military life is what I like to call reinvention — every few years I get to pick up my roots with my family, clean out our belongings and start afresh somewhere new. I can inject a fresh perspective into myself, my home, my work, my experience.
So instead of getting bogged down in the minutiae of my to do lists, I’m trying to remember that although small accomplishments like organizing one closet or taking a load to the thrift store can make me feel like I have control, truthfully I am not one step closer to controlling things than I was a few months ago. But, thankfully, what has turned into my reality is better than any dream I’ve had yet. Keep it coming, world.
Watermelon Mint Mojito
flesh of half a small watermelon, seeds removed
handful of fresh mint, washed
4-8 oz. dark rum
6 ice cubes
Place all ingredients in a blender and combine until smooth and frothy. Serve with a watermelon wedge and a sprig of fresh mint to garnish.
I used a small “personal watermelon” but any kind will do. Play with the proportions to make a stronger drink or to increase the volume.This makes enough for 2 delicious drinks. I’m planning on triple-ing the recipe to make enough for the weekend — this will be perfect for watching fireworks with friends.
P.S. Happy Independence Day!