Hawaii
Blew my mind. I don't know who I am anymore, what I want, what I know. The North Shore was unlike anything I ever experienced and now that I'm not there anymore, all I can think of is getting back there. All the comforts of home but you're in paradise. Who am I when I'm not there? Part of me is missing, so many parts of me are missing. I want our little family, papaya banana smoothies every morning, doing yard work in the rain, spoil me with bread and a swim in 3 tables. Haleiwa is heaven and that's all there is to it. How could I be happier than hurling myself off Jump Rock in Waimea, hiking up the Boy Scout trail and picking my own strawberry guavas, trying to keep up with ya'll under water. I belong in the back of a pickup truck because it is a wonderful life and I deserve skies of blue, clouds of white. Surrounded by the people from home who all got out. I am not the kind of person who stays, I just am not. I'm the kind of person who walks down to Sunset to watch the sunset, wrapped in a sarong, rolling down the sand with my arms around my sister. I am free and surrounded by people just like me, I am dancing in the kitchen making hummus, I am on a stand up paddle board in Kawela Bay making friends with a huge sea turtle, I am smoking with the locals up by Sandys Beach and the West Shore, spinning madly on a tire swing on the bike path late at night. I know you're tired but could you just stay up a little longer and watch shooting stars on the beach? What the hell am I going to do without those brothers cracking me up? I never want to wear shoes but when I have to, can they be slippers? I want to earn my exhaustion and wake to the sunrise over the sugar fields. I don't think I can go home, hell, I don't even know where home is anymore. Now that I know what I want my life to be how can I go back to anything else?

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