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“Is Hawaii a place where someone can move and spend the rest of their life?”
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On this episode, our local girl Aina whose blog posts you read is my guest in the car and she answers this question. We also talk about what she misses most about Hawaii while living in the mainland.
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So first off, Hawaii is not for everyone, even for those born and raised here, just like Podunk Iowa is not for everyone that was born and raised there. With that said, for me, the one question that I keep on asking myself is “well, if I wasn’t here, where would I go and what would I do?”. The answer always has come back, (for the 26 years I have been back in Hawaii since I lived in Asia in the early ’90, having been born and raised here before), “I dunno, it’s not bad here right now, but I don’t know what would be better.” And I think that is the gut answer that keeps me here in Hawaii, despite all it’s faults. Keep in mind I know what “worse than here” is when I lived in China and Hong Kong and lived in a literal 300 Sq.Ft. apartment that costs $1,200, back in 1990!
I really think that this is a mindset issue and knowing what you really want. For my wife and I, we are good here, would not know where to go if we were not here. So we make it work with what we got, here.
Mahalo Stan! Your commentary is always so good!
Thank you Peter!
I think Aina (sp?) is EXACTLY right, it matters what “age” and what “stage” you are in life.
Moving to Oahu in the latter part of my working life, and now retired, I can’t imagine returning to the mainland to live.
When, for the first time, I walked into the office of the condominium complex we moved to eight years ago, and told our general mgr. upon being asked how long we intended to stay, “I’m here until my ashes are spread in the cactus garden outside our front gate,” was my response: a declaration of my commitment to the finality of my relocation.
Having said that, however, I don’t think I could have made that same statement earlier in life.
I doubt I would have had the financial wherewithal, personal fortitude, or interest in being “stranded” on a “rock” in the middle of the Pacific ocean, as I do now.
It’s funny how as time marches on, it also allows one to step to the beat of a different drummer!
well-said! Love the “ashes” comment!