…but it’s not advisable.

So I’m headed out of my hometown. I was excited to start an adult life on the island I grew up on. I thought that this nurturing place would give me the same kind of support I got as an adolescent finding her way. Being an adult I was sure I’d finally be given a look into the worlds that are closed to children, and an entree into those communities that would help me become a healthy, happy, grown-up sexual being.

But once you’ve done high school in a place, you will forever do high school in a place. Sex is always high school sex, community is always high school cliques, and relationships are eerily similar to lunch-time gossip brawls.

Except now everyone has potbellies and gray hair.

It’s a sad thing to know that that nurturing I remember from my fair island is so tainted. Children I knew grew up to be spiteful and angry. With the added benefit of legal alcohol. I’m back were I started. And it’s not where I want to be. So I’m headed away. From Maui to Korea with a new found appreciation of how good it is to leave home.