I’m one of those charmed, enviable people whose mom’s family is from Hawaii, which meant that this year, I couldn’t fizzle out completely after exams until I had boarded an airplane headed for Honolulu. Poor me. While some people might be frustrated by the prospect of spending 11 hours on an airplane, I settled into a state of bliss: at the end of finals, there is almost no better feeling than sitting in a chair all day, watching movies and having someone bring you soda.
Even better: stepping off the plane to 80 degree air and the scent of plumeria wafting in with the tradewinds. In Hawaii, people embrace the idea of pau hana time – after your work is done, you must rest. I have spent the past week embracing pau hana: sleeping in until sunrise, spending lots of time with my family, watching the sun set from my grandma’s lanai, getting tumbled in the waves until I can’t wouldn’t recognize strict scrutiny if it hit me in the face. I’ve started reading the stack of fiction I’ve been saving up all semester, and am saving my e-mail for when I get back.
Later today, as we gear up with the rest of the island to ring in the new year, I’ll grill some island burgers hopefully light some firecrackers, and celebrate the wonderful year it has been. Til next semester, aloha!