If you’ve ever had a life-altering experience that after the initial incident passes, when everyone on the outside thinks everything has gone back to being “fine” and “normal”?
This is for you.
Actually, this is for the folks on the outside looking in. Everything that glitters is not gold. Sometimes? It’s pieces of broken glass that catch the light just the same. You just don’t realize how they shred your very being when you get too close.
Imagine this….You were born and raised in Hawaii. Surrounded by family and friends, the ocean was your teacher and best friend. The sun always shined, the temperature stayed near the same year round- warm and inviting. You could find your way around your island blindfolded. You love your homeland and everything about your life there. You couldn’t imagine ever leaving or living anywhere else.
Then one day, you come home to very official men-in-suits. They tell you that you have to leave.
Leave? Why?
Because you have to.
What did I do?
Nothing.
But why?
Because that’s just how it is.
I have to go by myself?
Yes.
What about my family and friends?
They can come visit.
Where do I have to go?
You’ll find out when you get there.
When can I come home?
You can never come back…..
WHAT?! WHY?!
Because that’s just how it is now.
Can I go somewhere else after I get to wherever I’m going?!
No. You can never leave….
You. Can. NEVER. Leave. Echoes in your head like a cannon blast.
You have no choice but to go with them.
You get on a plane and take off, leaving Hawaii forever, only knowing because “that’s how it is now.” You don’t get to say goodbye to anyone or experience anything one last time. Your departure is abrupt, with no rhyme, reason or explanations. You’ve never felt so lost or so much despair ever. Never had any reason to, until right now.
Plane lands in what seems like minutes and years. You have no idea where or what’s happening next. The official men-in-suits give you keys to a car and a map, and disappear.
You’re on your own.
A stranger in a strange land. You hear people speaking the same language, and people look….well, just like people. But they aren’t Your People, and this is not Hawaii or home.
You get in the car and drive, and the first thing you see is a billboard- WELCOME TO MONTANA!!
What?!MONTANA. Of course you know where Montana is- you’ve read about in school while learning the 50 states. The first thing you realize is you are hopelessly landlocked. Oceans are hundreds of miles away either direction, especially your beloved ocean home. All that comes to mind is Big Sky Country, and that’s because you remember reading how Montana is sparsely populated with ranching/farming as its main livelihood.
You drive, following your map, taking in all the unfamiliar things that you’ve never seen before in Hawaii. You pass small towns as you drive for miles and miles, trying to navigate a map that’s just as foreign as everything you’re seeing.
You reach your destination- a turn down a long driveway, and low & behold- it looks just like your home in Hawaii!! You jump out of the car and run in, the first time you’ve felt any sense of calm or joy in what feels like forever but has only been a day or so. Everything inside? It’s YOUR HOME! All your things, all your memories!
But it’s smack-dab in Montana.
It’s your home and where you’ve always lived, but it’s not in Hawaii. Not at all.
Days and weeks pass and you try to acclimate. It’s very isolated and lonely. You’re able to talk to everyone at home. They know you’re gone and things are different, but their lives are going on as usual. They love and miss you and make plans to visit, but they don’t realize how much things have changed for you. Not a bit.
One day, you go out and start walking, exploring your new property. Everything is so different, from plants and trees to wildlife. While out, you pass through some woods and see it….water. It’s not the ocean, but maaaan its a huge lake!! It’s beautiful, and you’re so glad to see it. And there’s a boat on it….with a person. They start frantically waving, not with fear or warning, but excitement. You can’t help but get excited too as they feverishly row to shore.The person gets close, flies out of the boat toward you yelling “ARE YOU FROM HAWAII, TOO?!” YESSS!! YES I AM OH MY GOD!!
And you cry and hug, and babble on. You don’t know each other, but you know exactly where you both came from and where you are now, and that’s all you need to know. You both talk and laugh and cry for hours, about how things were, and how they are now, and what to do. Your new friend has been here awhile and shares with you that it’s not so bad- it gets different as the days pass. You never forget where you came from, but with time? You are able to look ahead.
They tell you the most important and sad thing….that there’s more people from Hawaii abruptly displaced to Montana than you’d ever realize. That for as alone as you are? You’re not. You return home, feeling the best you’ve felt since leaving Hawaii. Feeling maybe you will get through. That as family and friends come to visit, maybe they’ll understand a little better as the time does pass. Maybe you’ll be okay.
Then….it starts to snow.
You’ve never seen snow, except on TV & movies. It’s wildly exciting….for a minute. You’ve gotten used to the cooler temperatures and the total climate difference, but this….it doesn’t stop. It’s so cold, and the snow keeps on. For months. The isolation and loneliness is like none you’ve ever experienced. You still talk to your family and friends, but there’s a distance. Almost an unspoken denial with silent accusations that leave you feeling guilty.
You should be used to this by now.
You should be thankful and grateful for how you’ve ended up.
Things could have been so much worse.
What if you ended up in some third-world country with nothing like it was before?
I don’t know why you feel like you do. Yeah- everything is different, but it’s pretty much fine and back to normal from our perspective.
That’s when you realize, with the snow up to your neck, that the only people who will ever understand what you feel like are your people out on the lake, in their boats, also sent to live here. No one on any mainland be it Hawaii or Montana will ever get it. You’ll have a few that try really hard and will be eternally grateful for their effort and support. But regardless? You know you’re on your own. For the rest of your life.
Eventually, the snow starts to melt. You feel the sun shining on your face again. Although the landscape is so different from Hawaii? You start to notice the beauty around you, where you are, where you’ll always be. Your friends from the lake are omnipresent- you can reach out anytime for validation and comfort. You welcome and comfort those who come to live in Montana, and you find comfort as well. You accept that your family and friends are there for you as best they can, and that no matter how much they visit? They’ll never understand what it’s like to live here full time. They’ll never fully understand the bone-chilling cold and isolation of the repeat winters you’ll forever experience.
Aloha, Montana. I guess I’ll hang loose here being I don’t have a choice. If I can’t go home again, I’ll have to make the best of this one, right? Surf’s up, ranch-hands. I got this.