I left Hawaii because I was getting a wrinkle under my eye.
There were other reasons why I left a beautiful, lush, tropical paradise. But that was the major reason. An eye wrinkle.
It wasn’t gradual. I woke up one day and I had a huge friggen line under my eye. And ONLY on the RIGHT side! WTF! I would have felt BETTER if wrinkles were on both sides. The least I could ask for is to start looking haggard on both sides of my face at the same time.
There could have been a number of sources for this wrinkle. I scrupulously avoid sunscreen. Even when I lived that close to the equator. I know it’s important to wear sunscreen. I know it’s the smart thing to do. But I just don’t like it. Sunscreen makes sand stick to me. It makes me feel like I’m wearing a layer of plastic wrap. It feels extra gross to sweat while wearing sunscreen. Sometimes it smells funky. Though, admittedly, most of the time, it smells pretty good. I also dislike bug spray for all the same reasons. While I was in Hawaii, I was largely red and swollen from sunburns and bug bites. You can never loathe yourself too much.
Another wrinkle reason was waking up at 3 am to go to work. It was not a regular schedule where I could get accustomed to waking up that early. Sometimes work started at 4 in the morning, sometimes 9, sometimes 11, sometimes 1:30 pm. It’s cute when well-rested people tell me that sort of experience builds character.
The wrinkle could have also come from any number of other sources. Like the fact that my base-line anxiety level is probably higher than your normal, well-adjusted person. I feel incomplete without a certain number of things to worry about. It doesn’t stop me if there is nothing logical to worry about. I’ll come up with something. “Did I set my alarm? I think I did. Or was that last night? I can’t remember. Should I check? Didn’t I check already? Or was that last night?” I’ll drift off to sleep and wake up later. “Did I set my alarm?”
So a big friggen wrinkle! And it’s not going away! I don’t have a house, or a lawn or kids. I don’t even have a dog. I don’t even have a drug addiction! I’d like to have something to show for the lines on my face. I knew I couldn’t hope to get house, lawn, dog, etc in Hawaii. Or in California, for that matter. I could probably get a drug addiction in either of those places.
I’m hoping that Oregon is the happy medium. I like everything about Oregon so far. And you know what they say about the rain. It builds character.