The cold is just beginning in the Midwest, and the Wife and I are already dreading it. Spending just a week in Hawai’i over the summer was enough to make us fall in the love with the place, and we’ve been thinking about it ever since.
This morning I had Pepper’s “Wake Up” stuck in my head, and in doing some research I found the band is from Kona on the Big Island, the same town the Wife and I spent that week.
This led me to browse the climate statistics for Kona (technically Kailua, Hawai’i County, Hawai’i). Roughly 75-85 degrees during the day year-round. Down into the sixties at night. No more putting up the bike for the winter (and there’s even a Harley dealership on the island). No more shoveling snow. No more freezing our asses off because this house needs new upstairs windows.
I used to like the seasons, but I hate being hot more than I hate being cold. Escaping the damn Midwestern humidity would be great, and the Wife would love to ditch the occasional cold snaps that nearly freeze the air in your lungs. Kona is still small enough to have that small-town feel, yet has plenty to see and do. I still doubt I could become a beach bum, but just walking along the shore and listening to the waves was very calming and relaxing. It’s a huge difference from seeing nothing but corn or beans in the summer, and endless fields of dirt the rest of the time.
I understand Hawai’i is desperate for teachers. One year in they offer you tenure. I wonder how tough it would be to finish my Bachelor’s Degree…
Or better yet, finish these damn books so Evileye can make me rich. (Hey, dreaming is dreaming, right?)