I started this blog almost two years ago. Now that I officially know no one visits it, I can start posting. If you know me, this makes total sense. No pressures, no expectations, nowhere to go but forward. I started to write this specific post before we moved from Oahu (a year and a half ago), and I will publish it from Nebraska far removed from the daunting feelings of leaving the island life. So, for all intents and purposes, this is a retroactive blog (technically all are) that I hope catches up to present time. I love writing, I love sharing stories and photos, but my mind and heart don’t like to sync up with that type of openness. This blog is meant to be cathartic, to get all of the feels out on proverbial paper. A journal if you will, a journal with photos and a public url. So, here we go!
By the time we left our paradise, we had officially lived there for four years. The second longest amount of time we lived in any state. We found a place to call home.Over the four years we kayaked coasts, jumped rocks, swam with dolphins and let the pacific lazily lap at our feet. We also built relationships, started companies, flourished in our careers and joined a community. We weren’t ready to leave, but the journey we’d been planning with Savannah was already set in motion.
We left for Europe in September 2016 and returned for ten days in November to soak in as much as we could before we said our goodbyes. First thing we did was drop our bags and hit the beach.Oahu was home because of the people. We owe much of our experience and love for the islands to our landlords. Our landlords who have become family. How cliché, but we planted our tree there (literally), we lived our best lives in that valley. Our landlords had a helicopter visitor that serendipitously dropped in the last few days we were on island. Seeing the North Shore from above capitalized the beauty we’d been living amongst. I’d like to think we didn’t take our time on island for granted, that we appreciated every sunset, every blooming street, every family dinner. It all feels so far away now.
The valley we called home, in the stretching depths of Pupukea was known as Valhalla. Our landlords were examples of hospitality and spared no spark of ingenuity or creativity. We hosted outdoor movie nights, sang Christmas carols amongst the palms and often gathered in that space. Our ceremonious send off, the creation and burning of our viking ships is just a small illustration of the depths of their zeal.We went to our favorite spots, indulged in our favorite foods and spent time with some of our favorite people. If you’re ever on the North Shore of Oahu, Haleiwa Bowls was my favorite açai bowl spot.Elephant Thai (now the Elephant Shack) for our last date night.And our afternoon with our loves at the beach. It hurts my heart that I won’t know every story of these littles’ lives. Auntie Bumblebee is so much of my identity and I can’t share that love in person every day with these boys. (+two baby girls since this photo was taken)We drove past this fence full of bougainvillea every single day. I finally took a film photo before we left. Whenever we get a home, heck a wall, this will be printed and displayed so we can again pass it daily.Maile drove us to the airport. She played local music, handed us Hawaii brewed beverages and sent us off with leis around our necks and tears streaming down our cheeks. This is the last photo we took while being able to claim Hawaii as home and I’m still overwhelmed thinking about it. Maile, one of the biggest regrets we will ever have about leaving Hawaii is not discovering your love sooner. We are so lucky to know you and your wonderful family.
Someday I want to write about everything we did in Hawaii. About all of the people we love and how they helped us grow. For today, I did a thing. The thing was small and not entirely all-encompassing, completely self-indulgent but I needed to start somewhere.