I have returned. Home. Returned home from my new (future) home. It was that good. I will soon wax poetic on how I'm sure it was just because I was on vacation. Not working a day job will do that to a writer on vacation. Suddenly, all seems right with the world and it isn't until you think of work...ever so briefly...that you remember your life before you were smack in the middle of making plans to move your whole life to your vacation destination and you realize, hmmm...would this still be so marvelous if I had to work here rather than frolic with sharks and swim with brightly colored fish all day? The answer, it turns out, is yes. It would still be pretty great. Remarkable, in fact.
The Tahitians are a mellow people. At the heart of it all, I am not. Ergo, Tahitians are good for me. They mellow me, like a good port after a great meal. Mellllllllloooooowww. I am trying very hard to preserve this mellow, take it easy, have-a-Hinano vibe by moving gingerly about, taking each moment slowly. I'm afraid it will all wear off and I'll be back in the frantic fray in a few more days. Especially with Nanowrimo breathing down my newly tanned neck.
As promised, blog changes are coming. The first ever-so-slight step is the new winter palette. After returning from tropical paradise to still-sunny, always 80 degrees Los Angeles, I'm ready for a cozy winter, even if I have to conjure one that exists only on my blog. We'll see how long that lasts. California natives only play at winter while the rest of the country must actually endure it. I may cheat and have spring colors up before New Year's. But, in true Tahitian style, why worry about that now when there is plenty of today to enjoy?