So, maybe the title of this blog is a bit dramatic. My family is not presently homeless in Hawaii. However, just a week ago, we thought we might be. It was a very scary feeling not knowing if we would be sleeping in our car for the holidays. Yes, we had a friend offer her lanai (‘patio’) and another offered her condo the week of Christmas, but that is not what I wanted. For months, I had envisioned everything working out perfectly. We would settle into a bright, 3-bedroom home with a garage and a huge lanai, including a view of the ocean. Now, we had reached the final three weeks before the homeowners would return to our current dwelling for the winter and there were few places available. Those that were for rent had 20 applicants. Not to mention, we had to come up with the funds to move. Every realtor told us they had never seen the market like this. I was beginning to fall into a state of depression and, like sea turtle regressing into his shell as fear approaches, I did the same.
This moment of fear and uncertainty had been building for some time. My husband, two daughters, and I moved to the Big Island completely on faith. We were ignorant, having never been to the island and knowing nothing about it. I believe this ignorance was probably a good thing. Had I known then what I know now, fear would have overtaken me and we possibly wouldn’t have jumped head-first. Here, I am often reminded of my high-school economics teacher, who emphatically stated, “High risk. High rate of return! Low risk. Low rate of return!” Reflecting back nearly 6 months, I can wholeheartedly attest that I have had a very ‘high rate of return’ since moving to Hawaii.
The more time I spend on this island, the more I am learning that sometimes leaping into the great unknown is the only way we grow. We must put all fear aside and do what our spirits are screaming at us to do. No. It’s not comfortable. It’s one of the most challenging things you will ever experience, but I will share a secret. If the destination is somewhere/something that you want more than your current circumstances, you will have the strength to move every obstacle out of your way until you finally arrive at your goal.
I somehow found that strength when it came time for us to leave our short-term home. With Thanksgiving quickly approaching, I had retreated into my shell for about two weeks. I had no idea how we were going to find a home, let alone be accepted for one. Then, my wise husband reminded me that he had faith that it would all work out. He said it with such conviction that I believed him. I also recognized my attitude was taking us further and further down the ‘rabbit hole.’ So, I once again began to focus my intent on getting my perfect home. I released all negativity and hopelessness and replaced these emotions with vision and determination. I began to contact everyone I knew. I posted a request on Facebook. Suddenly, opportunities for housing began to flood in.
The beauty of the people on this island, who have provided us many opportunities, cannot ever be overstated. People here are like no other humans on earth. We are all family and treat everyone with ‘Aloha.’ Aloha is a way of life. It means that we are all one and are here to cherish and protect our planet and each other. This is exactly what my island ohana (family) did for us. With each lead that was given to me, I was determined that we would be approved for a place before for the holidays. I drove from one rental office to the next, writing my own letters of recommendation (stating why we would be the perfect renters), paying application fees, and harassing staff.
Within a few days of my determination kicking in full-force, we had an offer for a beautiful two-bedroom townhouse, directly on Keauhou Bay. Since arriving in Hawaii, I have spent some time researching the history of the island and it’s people. Keauhou Bay is the most historic area by far. It contains the sacred energy of the land that was the home to and is also the burial place of the great Ali’i line of rulers. So, although it was a two bedroom (we had hoped for three) and somewhat dated, we were thrilled because we at least knew we would have a place to call “home” and it was in an incredible area. Then, just when I believed things could not get any better, we were approved for the three-bedroom, two-bath that we desperately wanted. My vision of the most perfect home imaginable had become a reality. We got that exact place. A bright, 3 bedroom home with a garage and a huge lanai…and a view of the ocean.
I truly feel that, had my husband not turned my perspective and attitude around, we would be in a very difficult situation right now. Instead, I gave myself an attitude adjustment and decided that nothing was going to stop me. Releasing my anxiety to the Universe, or God (or whatever you choose to call this magnificent energy), allowed room for the good to flow in. Just like every situation that has seemingly blocked us since moving here, we simply used our emotional strength to move the uncertainty out of the way.
Moving obstacles is what life is about. It’s not about standing around and waiting for them to move themselves or running away when obstacles get too close. If we truly want to blossom into something greater than our present circumstances, we must charge through our challenges head-first and tear them to pieces. Take the plunge into the great unknown. It will change you forever.