Hale Kilinahe: The Journal

AUGUST 1, 1998 London. I would live in London if I didn't live here. My hubby and I were talking the other night about where we would move, if we ever left the island. We only managed to name places in North America where we would and wouldn't live. Ryan said he didn't want to live in any city that served as a setting for a cop show. Boston, New York, Baltimore, Chicago, L.A. and presumably Dallas. (Although "Walker: Texas Ranger" is -- our least favorite show in the universe, which we're subject to every time we visit grandma in Mililani.) Ryan said he would consider living in the Pacific Northwest, which is very agreeable to me. It seems very nice. There's a coffee shop on every corner. (Isn't there?) My suggestion was Canada -- anywhere in Canada. It all seems very clean, polite, organized. Of course, my knowledge of Canada is limited to what I've seen on television, but I'd still probably take Montreal over New York any day. Ryan said everything in Canada is boring. I countered, "But I'm boring, but I'm comfortable in my boringness." I love the cold. I'd live anywhere it's cold. Montana, Seattle, Alaska, Maine. I find something very comforting in flannel and fireplaces. Winter is the season of Christmastime, when everybody gets cozy and warm. It seems to me in the summer, everyone is in a bad mood. And I can't stand to be sweaty. Sometimes in the summer I take three showers a day. But I want to live in London, or at least in the English countryside, because you'll never get anything like it here in America. The way of life, the accents, the unique sights and sounds. < BACK | TOP | NEXT >