For now I call it "Home"
The days have moved quickly, the hours can seem to move slowly when your working in a commercial kitchen under 100 degree heat generated from the grill; not to mention the heat and humidity index that the island temperature generates this time of year move around the kitchen I sweat, I stand outside I sweat.
This recording is pretty much about me; my time spent here on internship with Disney,all the adventures experiences,people I meet etc. However today something happened to turn my thoughts away from just me and all the cool things in my life. Today I came to the realization that this is home for many. The pictures posted of my residence show a facade, taken at angles and distance to hide the run-down neglect, the smells that I breath each and every day are often so pungent I walk quickly just to be able to get to a new location and away from what ever stench is filling the air. The facilities are abused and often on purpose, at first I thought it just the immaturity of the people that live here during the summer (college age kids of privlidge and means) showing a disregard for any property that was not their personal belonging. Now I suspect differently, much different then I did even yesterday.
This morning as I drove out of the parking, my eye caught a group of teenagers, and youngsters gathered no more like queued up single file shoulder to shoulder. Well scrubbed and drowsy looks in their eyes, holding/clutching note books and text book bags over shoulders.
"Oh these kids are waiting for the school bus"
I thought out loud.
School bus? Here on a resort island...picking up children in the parking lot of a beach head?
It hit me like a ton of bricks piling down shame and ignorance on my head; OH MY GOD THIS IS HOME to these children and their family's. This is where memories year round are created, this is where they come to at the end of each day; eating,playing,crying,wishing,laughing... all those things I grew up with at home in Montgomery County Maryland, with the 5 bedroom house and swimming pool. The cars parked in the private drive.
This place here on Hilton Head Island, located smack in the epicenter of wealth and capitalism, where just across the street decadence parks its yachts and moors its vessels. This run down, beat up, smelly drab painted complex of two bedroom units and efficiency kitchens stands shoulder to shoulder with such giant names of hospitality:
Hilton, Hyatt,Four Seasons,Hilton Head Palms (PGA gulf),The Garrison Plantation.
The list goes on, and on; I try to look at the world through eyes of reality not the eyes of naivete I guess this is one of those times where my vision was blurred. Until this writing I considered the "Hilton Head Resort" apt's just a beach flop.
I have started calling it "home"...for the next 5 months anyway.
This recording is pretty much about me; my time spent here on internship with Disney,all the adventures experiences,people I meet etc. However today something happened to turn my thoughts away from just me and all the cool things in my life. Today I came to the realization that this is home for many. The pictures posted of my residence show a facade, taken at angles and distance to hide the run-down neglect, the smells that I breath each and every day are often so pungent I walk quickly just to be able to get to a new location and away from what ever stench is filling the air. The facilities are abused and often on purpose, at first I thought it just the immaturity of the people that live here during the summer (college age kids of privlidge and means) showing a disregard for any property that was not their personal belonging. Now I suspect differently, much different then I did even yesterday.
This morning as I drove out of the parking, my eye caught a group of teenagers, and youngsters gathered no more like queued up single file shoulder to shoulder. Well scrubbed and drowsy looks in their eyes, holding/clutching note books and text book bags over shoulders.
"Oh these kids are waiting for the school bus"
I thought out loud.
School bus? Here on a resort island...picking up children in the parking lot of a beach head?
It hit me like a ton of bricks piling down shame and ignorance on my head; OH MY GOD THIS IS HOME to these children and their family's. This is where memories year round are created, this is where they come to at the end of each day; eating,playing,crying,wishing,laughing... all those things I grew up with at home in Montgomery County Maryland, with the 5 bedroom house and swimming pool. The cars parked in the private drive.
This place here on Hilton Head Island, located smack in the epicenter of wealth and capitalism, where just across the street decadence parks its yachts and moors its vessels. This run down, beat up, smelly drab painted complex of two bedroom units and efficiency kitchens stands shoulder to shoulder with such giant names of hospitality:
Hilton, Hyatt,Four Seasons,Hilton Head Palms (PGA gulf),The Garrison Plantation.
The list goes on, and on; I try to look at the world through eyes of reality not the eyes of naivete I guess this is one of those times where my vision was blurred. Until this writing I considered the "Hilton Head Resort" apt's just a beach flop.
I have started calling it "home"...for the next 5 months anyway.













