Before my trip (Lina came with me) two weeks ago, I hadn’t been back to Guam in 12 years, since we relocated back to Hawaii after living on Guam post-Army retirement for about 18 months. I wasn’t thrilled about going back mainly because of the business at hand that required the trip. But, by the time I finished up and came back home (Hawaii home), that never-never-land feeling had hit me.
I felt like I wanted to move back to Guam. I’ve been in sort of a funk in my mind about it, finding myself wondering tongue in cheek how I can make the move, reminiscing about the trip, visualizing how it would have been if I’d opted not to move back here in the first place. Yet, from the logical review standpoint of pros and cons, we’re in a better place: medical stuff, cutting edge modern conveniences, much more efficiency in almost everything; job and just about every other aspect of opportunities.
So people (who are not from Guam) always ask me, given those pros and cons, why on Earth do I want to go home.
Well, the only thing I can say is if you’re not from there, you can never even begin to understand. Because from a cultural, familial, and social network point which Guam represents to those borne and bred of the island ways, you will never understand my definition and true meaning of the word “home”.
Some people go by the saying that home is where you hang your hat. Yeah, if you’re a transient, a drifter, a person who has no familial roots anywhere and no ties to anything or anyone.
Others say home is where the heart is. And the heartstrings that bind one’s soul to a particular place in this world, no matter where one is physically. It’s like being a compass and the pointer pegs at true north all the time. True north. Yes. To be more precise than true north… it’s 13 degree north, 144 degrees east.