Home

It’s hard to believe that we’ve been back in the United States for a little over a month now. First, we went on a road trip from Orlando to Chicago to reconnect with family and friends. Then we went to Oregon to see more family. Finally, for the last two weeks Michelle and I had a chance to spend some quality time with our own families, Michelle in Oregon, and me in Hawaii.

Being a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer (the official term – RPCV) everyone seems to be asking 3 major things:

1. What was it like? How was your experience? – We’ve talked about the difficulty of this before for any volunteer to sum up their 2-year lives as volunteers and how we’ll probably be reflecting about our experience for months to come.

2.  What’s next? – We’ve sort of mentioned things here and there but we are working on a post to better explain what we’ll be up to this coming year. As we said in Jamaica, “soon come.”

3. How has it been to be home? – This is the focus of today’s post: Home.

Bellows Air Force Base - Waimanalo Hawaii

Home….Not Yet Home

As travelers, I’ve come to understand that “home” is different for everyone, especially for us wanderers. I grew up in Hawaii. That’s home. I felt a deep connection to Portland. That’s also home. Jamaica has a special place in my heart and life. There’s a part of me that calls that home now, too.

Here are my favorite recent questions we’ve been getting that I struggle to answer:

Where are you from?
Umm…where did I grow up? Where did I just come from? What country?

Where are you living now?
Well…right now I’m visiting family in Hawaii, so I guess there??

Ok, then, where will you be living?
Good question. We will be traveling for awhile so…yeah.

How’s home been since you’ve been back?
When I landed in Hawaii 2 weeks ago I thought I would feel as if I returned home. For anyone that has been to Honolulu, once you land, you actually go outside right away as you walk to baggage claim. It’s another small thing I love about returning “home.” The warmth, humidity, and trade winds gently remind you that you’ve arrived. Yet as I walked through the airport, I didn’t feel home. The local people that I grew up with seemed different to me. I started wondering: will people know I was born and raised here? Will they see me as a tourist? I didn’t feel that I fit in.

What’s crazy is how things change and don’t change in two years. Honolulu has more new condos and big buildings. They started building a rail system. Yet Diamond Head, the mountains, and valleys are still there and still beautiful. I love surfing. I love the local Hawaiian food. And most of all, it’s been great to see family and friends. It’s been great to see so many people I haven’t seen in years that have changed and in many ways, haven’t changed at all, too.

But I didn’t go home to the house I grew up in. My family moved while I was away. I thought I would be sad about it but being with my family, I’ve realized wherever they are is where home is. I’ve forgotten about the old house.

And really that’s it. Home is not a place. Home is not a physical structure. Home is a familial structure. Home is a feeling. Home is being surrounded by the people you love that also love you. That’s why I can be home with just Michelle, or in Portland, Hawaii, and even now, Jamaica.

So yeah, it’s been great to be home.

“Where is home again?”

Wherever I’m with my family and friends….I’m home.

Here are some things I’ve been up to since being back in Honolulu (including some random part-time jobs).

Helping setup AV equipment:

Multimedia Solutions Honolulu

Helping setup a wedding:

Simply Detailed Weddings & Events Honolulu

The latest “Jumping Jedd Photo” – Surfing out by Diamond Head

Jumping Jedd Honolulu

 

 

 

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  1. Aloha, It has been a pleasurable journey following your Peace Corps runnin’s the past year-plus, and glad you have returned home to the islands. If you and Michelle are ever on the Big Island and want to connect, it would be fun comparing PC Jamaica now and 40 years ago. Enjoy your readjustment. That is an additional experience in itself. Aloha and a hui hou! William

  2. I’m really enjoying the latest jumping Jedd photo. That gets me every time. Also, I really can’t imagine what it will be like to return after 3 years and it makes me a bit anxious and excited. This post helped soothe some of my nerves and prepare me for my trip home this July. Love You Guys! xoxo

  3. My parents moved too while I was in Peace Corps…and I’m only beginning, 3 years later, to adequately address the question “Where are you from?” I still can’t really answer “Where’s home?” I feel tied to many places.

  4. I agree completely. Home is where your family and friends are. When we sold our house to downs to an apartment, I thought I might be sad about leaving the house. The home sale was by choice and I knew the direction we wanted to go, but I still thought there might be some sadness. I soon found that when I left the house I broke an attachment with it, and home really became wherever my family was.

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