This past couple of weeks has been unusually tough for me, and a couple of days ago, I figured out why. Every little thing has reminded me of home. Whether it was the time I spent with my loved ones during Easter or the countless hours I’ve spent studying in dedication to them, an image of Maui pops into my head. The annual Merrie Monarch Festival took place over the course of the week as well. Since hula has always been a part of me, I think it plays a big part in how I’ve been feeling lately. My godsister’s son’s first birthday, my cousin’s high school graduation is this month… the list goes on.

I miss Hawai’i now more than I ever have before. It’s just a little odd because, technically, my life has been built a long ways away from the place I call home. I don’t care though. That’s where my heart is and no one can tell me otherwise, even based on the fact. It’ll always be where I’m from and the urge to go back and visit will never cease to exist.

I’ve tried as hard as I could to make my way down there this month, but with the many things going on here in Vegas, I’m afraid I’ll have to wait. Sure there is still a chance, but I don’t want to hope for it, only because I don’t want to be disappointed. I resent that feeling more than anything. Plus, despite how it has often interrupted my train of thought, I’m given relief in the end anyway. To my surprise, Hyder made me a booklet full of pictures from the last trip I took to Maui. I can’t help but look at it all the time. It really serves it’s purpose and I’m so thankful for the time he put into making it, just so I can relive to most recent memories I made while I was there. It definitely continues to make everything better as each day passes.

So yes, I’ve been out of it in recent times, but I’ve also had a lot of help coping with it; I’ve found a lot of comfort from my family, my friends and my wonderful boyfriend… so thank you. I already feel a little closer to home, even if I’m miles away.