TheBischThis picture is from my last visit, back in February of 2005, to Honolulu. I’m on another business trip to Honolulu.

I arrived last night, after riding a direct flight from Atlanta to Honolulu. Almost ten hours on a plane isn’t necessairly my idea of a good time, but fortunately, I got bumped up to first class. I’ve never been in first class on Delta. Quite nice, actually. I got my own video screen, could pick from a selection of movies (instead of being forced to watch Miss Congeniality 2, like the rest of the of plane), we were given white “tray tablecloths” with our meals, and the meals were good. Anyway, the point of this is not to discuss the finer points of first class.

As soon as I stepped off the plane, I inhaled that fresh Hawai’ian air and the first thought that crossed my mind: “I’m home”. I don’t know why I thought that, this is only the second time I’ve come to Hawai’i and I’ve never lived here. However, I guess I’ve always felt at home near the water, but I’ve never really felt so strongly that I belong somewhere.

The scenery is beautiful, and the atmosphere is totally laid back. I love being here… it’s just so very expensive. You know when gas is $2.53 a gallon for the cheap stuff, it’s expensive.

But as I sit here this morning, looking out the window across the parking lots and out on to the water, I can’t help feeling that I’m home, that I belong here…. maybe I just won’t come back to the mainland…

Aloha…