Lately, I miss Glacier more than ever. Maui is fantastic when I'm spending my time with my love in the charming little unincorporated town we chose for ourselves. I love riding my bike everyday and my job at Colleen's is working out splendidly. Still, it feels like something is missing.
I suppose it must be the people. All those wonderful friends I made over the past summer. I'm making a few friends here, such as the lovely Rachel who I'm going hiking with tomorrow. She is the only one at work who seems to be on the same page as me as far as priorities and interests go.
Maui just seems to have a certain populace of people who are rather superficial and tend to exemplify the self-centered American mindset that I can't stand. I thought I would be escaping that in a place like Hawaii, on an island where there are signs of "Aloha" and "Go Slow" posted on car bumpers and storefronts everywhere. But in fact, it is quite the opposite in most places aside from Haiku. I think the tourist attractions lend to that but the locals are just as guilty. Glacier taught me how to handle tourists. Possibly, it isn't that I handle them all that well but rather I have a huge group of genuine people to retire with at the end of the long, artificial day.
Of course, I have Clay and we are having a lot of fun. I think our isolation is exactly what we were looking for. Glacier means being surrounded by others AT ALL TIMES. At meals, at work, in the dorms, smoking a cigarette, driving to town (because someone almost always wants to tag along. There are many employees stranded at location for lack of car). Our roommates, bless their souls, were very understanding and we were careful to never cross any lines. We rarely slept away from our own beds, most nights spent together were if one of our roommates weren't coming home or in a tent surrounded by a bunch of other tents full of passed out drunk buddies.
We spent a ton of money of motel rooms too just to have those few nights of alone time. Not that I desperately wanted to be away from everyone else, more that I just wanted to be alone with him. And now, here we are with all the time in the world. I was very much hoping that I wouldn't end up resenting sharing all my time and space with him since I spent so long wanting this for us, and so far it is working out increasingly well.
I just miss having those nights being surrounded by our goofy, fun, wild friends who make me laugh for hours. I miss getting drunk and wandering around property doing stupid things. I miss safety meetings (wandering in to the stark darkness of the Montana woods and sharing a bowl in a dimly headlamp-lit circle of brethren smokers). I miss going in hikes once a week with fellow misfits and outdoorspeople. (AKA hippies.)
That might just be it. Maui is seriously lacking in hippies. I don't mean those bro'ed out, self righteous surf/ski bums who maintain a hippie image but don't practice what they preach. Maui is stock-full of those. I mean real fucking hippies who don't care about what they are wearing or what they are hiking or where they are working and what have you. They care about good times with loving friends and collecting experiences, not things.
Motto of my life.
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