I'm not sure which it is: being in Waimanalo, farther from Kailua (which I've suddenly realized is increasingly becoming a glazed, benign collectible for tourist consumption, and probably has been heading that direction for some time now -- so, not likely); or being alone (comfortable, as in familiar, as in still around people I recognize, but fundamentally alone). Either way, it always works out that I become embarassingly aimless when I come home.

And I need to stop it! That's that!