It's been 1 year and 5 months since we left the island of O'ahu. You know the phrase, "you don't know whatcha got 'til it's gone." Yep, Hawaii is one of those for me. Three years and I couldn't wait to get off that rock, but now I miss it. Not sure if I'd want to live there again, if we do, I'm okay with that, but I am very grateful we had the opportunity to.
There are days I wish I could turn the radio to the Hawaiian station and listen to some slack key music. When I go under a certain highway here in town I get deja vu of daily drives under H1. The frogs in the pond that I can hear in our bathroom bring back memories of toads jumping out at us at night, and the time C & I counted 24 on a walk home. The awesome word of God from our church family and the praise they gave with all of their heart. On boring weekends, I long to go to the beach or window shopping at Ala Moana mall. The street names just aren't challenging enough here. I miss hearing sentences ending with "yeah?" and where every woman is "Auntie." Rainbows, can't forget those...breathtaking! Smells of plumeria engulfing your senses and aloha prints catching your eye. C went from a newborn into a child with those tradewinds and the ocean waves brought to me my baby B. Hawaii will always hold a special place in my heart.
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