Waveless, Burritoless and Mercy-less.
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There’s nothing worse than driving to the beach with your surfboard and seeing no waves. Today is my Saturday and for the second day in a row, I’ve gotten skunked by the wave gods. I’ve been pretty lucky lately to score some surf the last two weeks but now I’m starting to get worried.
What’s even more distressing is the fact that if I wanted a burrito, I couldn’t have one. That’s precisely what happened to me yesterday. I kept hearing stories from ex-Californians who made the transfer to HI and they’d warn me, “no burritos in Hawaii, Francis.” Dayamn!! Maybe my first visitor will sneak a burrito from El Gran Amigo in Moss Beach for me. Still waiting for that first visit though.
While we’re on the subject, I’ve experienced my first bout of homesickness. It’s really hard to stay motivated on this island but if you don’t stay active, you start thinking about home and all the things you miss. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve made the right choice for now and I don’t regret it, but I wish I hadn’t left before honoring my promise to stay one more year as the Mercy Girls Golf coach. I know, silly right? I’m just saying that out of everything I’ve left behind, that’s the one thing that I keep thinking about. It’s like you’re running a race but you have a pebble in your shoe and if you stop to remove that pebble, you won’t finish in time so you keep going even though you know it will be uncomfortable. So you either run with pain and make the finish or take out the stone and blow the race. You know what I chose. After all, I’m an Aries.
It was my first year coaching them, but I really thought I made an impact and could’ve done more. The girls were like the little sisters I never had and I kinda miss them. My future team captain, Lauren, met me for ice cream before I left and she had the rest of the team sign a card for me and as a gift made me two cool-ass CD’s which I still have on rotation in my iPod. I meant to write about my experience with the team sooner, but it just didn’t feel right until today. (Do you get that way when you write, Ver?)
Ver, is my cuz and she’s the family author. After two years of ignoring the internet social scene she signed up for a Facebook account to which she got invaded by a rash of feces by myself and my cousin Luj. I was talking to her about how weird it is that Tumblr doesn’t have a comment field for readers to leave their thoughts on. It’s not like I want comments, I just want to know who reads this thing. So, if you read this blog semi regularly, poke me on facebook would ya? I’m not trying to stuff my ego, but if I’m gonna talk shit about someone it’s good that I know they’re reading it…….
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