Today I left the Big Island and spent the day in airports and on planes, flying back to Portland, Oregon. I sit here now, back in Portland, the city of Roses… Immediately I notice a lack of natural sounds in the atmosphere; the wind rustling, coqui frogs, the rustling of leaves and branches, the pitter patter of a drizzle… I miss the Coqui frogs like mad. I notice a lack of twinkling stars in the sky; they are lost here by the grey clouds blanketing the city. I wonder, where is the nearest beach? How do I get back to the magic?
It’s official, my heart has fallen madly in love with Hawaii. Like falling madly in love with a lover or beloved, only this time it’s with the way my entire being and body feels, when in the sunshine, on the sand, in the water, absorbing the steam from the steam vents. I am in love with Hawaii the way one feels when they have finally found home after a lifetime of searching and waiting for that feeling of home.
Not only will I return, but it is very likely that I will be cultivating and gathering all the necessary sundry check-list items in my life so that I can return to move there and settle down for…. indefinitely. I see myself moving there within the next few year. Not 100% sure it will be the Big Island; want to check out Maui and Kauai before I make a final decision. But I feel certain that Hawaii is my home, and I feel it in the cells of my body.




















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