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Wednesday, 19 September 2007 |
Do you get sad when looking out of airplane windows? I do… always. I lose my breath as if I heard a love song from the past or walk into a room with a fragrance that takes me back to a specific moment in time.
As the plane taxis the runway I press my head up against the window. It’s a view I’ve seen time after time but at that moment it’s still significant. The constant hollow sound echoing throughout the cabin and the feeling of the air gushing through my bangs and onto my forehead from those little tiny air jets above… it overwhelms me with a feeling of loneliness.
As the plane ascends I feel that familiar pain… similar to a first heartbreak. The clouds that were once playfully dancing above soon become a thick white carpet blocking my view from my friends and family. Higher and higher my hands are now touching the sky. Distant clouds create a landscape like mountains. The sky looks like the ocean. I can see forever into the future, but my past becomes a blur. The texture and colors are absolutely mesmerizing. My mind wanders.
I put on my headset and fill my ears and soul with Michael Buble’s “Home”. It’s kind of a ritual for me now. My eyelids naturally fall. A slideshow of my life begins to play in my mind. The images are so real. I realize that I had such a great life. I replay the song literally a dozen times on my iPod. By the time I open my eyes the view from my window has changed dramatically. All I see now is a reflection of a blinking light in massive blackness. I begin to realize that my life is like no other. People would always ask me where I live. I never have an answer - it’s nowhere really… I’m always moving. But as this Boeing 777 catapults me to Tokyo at 582mph with only a passport and everything I own in a drawstring bag, I realize in my heart that Hawaii must be my home.
-Roy Kawaji
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