In Retrospect 2

A while ago I wrote about how I have come to appreciate my semester in Hawaii a lot more afterwards.

The more time proceeds afterwards, the more I realise what elements of my time in Hawaii I miss.

As I have mentioned time and time again, what I miss the most is all the wonderful people I had the chance to bond with during my four months in Hilo.

Aside from that, I miss the guidance and extraordinary support my professors provided. Unlike my professors in Stirling, they took the time to look at each individual’s goals and aspirations. When I had my very first written assignment handed back, one of my professors clearly pointed out that I write “really really well” and asked me what I want to do. “Be a writer” I replied without hesitation.

At the end of my time there, right before departure, this same professor told me that those choosing to become journalists within the arts make “quite a good living”. Before that moment, I had assumed that writing opinion pieces and reviews are the most competitive journalistic fields. Apparently I was wrong.

The sama professor also, on my very first meeting with her, told me that life’s randomness had brought her to Hawaii: “Sometimes life just happens, and you need to go with it,” she said. Indeed, sometimes unpredictable opportunities arise, and sometimes the most unplanned life paths are the most beneficial ones.

Above all, what I miss about Hawaii is the sense of inpsiration. I wrote and wrote and wrote, nonstop. Despite the heat and the fact that it felt as if my brain did not function properly at all because of it, I was more inspired and wrote more than in I had in a long time.

I scribbled together 8000 words towards my autobiography in one sitting, I wrote three full-lenght feature articles (approximately 1200 words each) within a short period of time. I sent one article to The Hawaii Tribune-Herald after having witnessed a car crash a short storll outside my house. On top of that I wrote more school assignments than I had throughout my four semesters at Stirling. Finally, a week before departure, I was offered a paid position as a writer at the school paper. It was a difficult moment when I had to decline the first opportunity to my dream job.

What I am saying is, I guess, that I miss being a journalist, but not so much so, but rather to feel inspired to be one.

While in Hawaii, I felt for the first time as I was actually becoming a proper journalist. I did not end up on the island I had wanted, my dream has always been to go to Australia, but life brought me to the Big Island of Hawaii instead, but my dream of being a journalist started coming through for the first time while I was there.

Additionally, despite the many challenges I faced in Hawaii (which I have addressed earlier, but mainly because of culture shocks), I miss the sense of growing as an individual, I miss the challenges. 

I miss the sense of adventures, of growing, of experiencing and opening up my eyes to the world in an entirely new way.

But right now, what I need the most is a sense of familiarity.

Again, as I addressed in previous post, Timing is Everything.

 

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