I am here to admit my addiction to the Aloha State. What is it about that place that constantly calls me there?
I hate the plane ride- 12 grueling hours - connections - sitting. My friend had a man die on her flight there - and they just had to keep going. My plane lost an engine and we turned around.
Still- the air, the warmth, the feeling. I just don't know what it is that calls me.
I know if I were not married to a mountain man and had children who lived on the mainland- I would sell this house in a minute and rent a condo on Oahu for the rest of my life. I could live without a car- renting on the few occasions that I needed to get to the other side of the island.
What is it?
This is a school that I in serviced about five years ago. It was small and just- open. The Catholic School was nestled in the mountains among the trees- run by a couple of retired San Diego teachers who did it as a side income to their retirement money.
When we lived in Hawaii- the kids were treated like dirt. I wasn't treated much better. But there was something about going out and seeing a tropical rain forest canopy a mile from your house that just had me....
So, Scott has declared that he will not return to Hawaii. He would prefer to fish in Texas. I will go- probably for my last time- with my daughter, son in law, grandchild and possibly my Mother this summer. I will have to take lots of pictures- for this is it. My obsession with Hawaii will have to meet some of my other obsessions- in my heart!