I never really thought about how far they were until I looked around, and noted they were gone. Gone, and not coming back. This place feels like some nasty plastic coffin sometimes. It should feel like heaven compared to where I come from.
Many times, I feel like I missed out on something. At my age, its easy to do.
I guess I could go skydiving, or travel the world, or punch sharks, or mine for gold in California.
I am pretty sure that my family life would restrict movement in that direction.
I guess, what I am really saying is that my friends from the islands are a big part of my life, and I need to stay in touch. I also need to see them time and again. So, i am saving and I am going!
Deal with that.