May is supposed to be filled with flowers and sun and pool parties and trips to the beach. I do not know what to do with this white nonsense. It's one thing when it's Christmas Eve and the yard is covered in a blanket of white, that was actually pretty impressive. White stuff falling from the sky in May is not impressive. It's just lame. So in my rebellion against the snow, I am going to write a post on the fourth state I've been to, Hawaii.
My parents are amazing and, last September, they paid for our lodging and the rental car when the five of us went to Oahu and Kauai together. If you want my opinion about Hawaii, well, let's just say I'd still be there if it was an option. One day, not too long ago, I said to Troy, "Hey, do you think that sometime we could live in Hawaii for like a year?" I fully expected his answer to be something along the line of Um. No. or We just moved here let's not talk about random hypotheticals or Do you remember how expensive food was in Hawaii? Instead he said You know, sometime that would be really fun. Especially if we did a pastor exchange or something.
I have no doubt that, if my family lived there, I could easily become an island girl. The sun, the sand, the beauty, the warm nights walking down the beach in a tank top at 10. If I think about it hard enough I can almost feel the breeze on my neck and the sand between my toes. I'd love to explore the other islands, but I know that I could live on Kauai for a year. Sure, I'd get sick of the traffic and the prices but I don't think a day would come where basking in the sunshine sounded like a bad idea.
If I had to come up with some sort of downfall to Hawaii I'd say that, once you go inland a little ways, the mosquitoes start a bitin' and I am nothing if not a loather of blood sucking bugs. Other than that, I can't really think of anything except maybe Island Fever. It might get old living so far away from the main land. But for a year, oh how I long to live there for just a year...