Alright…if one more person asks me why I’m going to Hawaii I’m gonna strangle all of Â y’all. I’m moving to Hawaii because it’s HAWAII. Maybe you’ve heard of it. That Polynesian archipelago is a damn tropical paradise. Yeah – I’ve been there and I know it ain’t all perfect. But I’m pretty stoked for endless summer and decent waves. Have you ever tried to surf on a freezing lake in the pouring rain? (Vancouver ). I love Tofino…but it’s 5 hours away. And it’s all freezing, it’s Canada. Hawaii is the raddest. I feel better there. Who cares what I’m gonna do when I get there?
Surf.Â Meet some peeps. Explore. Cruise. Relax.
No, I’m not going for a boy or a job. Though my understanding is that both exist on the islands (Approved!).
Long term planning is not exactly my specialty. So why stress? I’m moving to Hawaii because I love it there. I’m not giving up much to do this. I’m single for the first time since I was 14, I don’t own any property, and I’m not engaged in anything I’d consider a career. Sure, I’ll def be lonely and I’ll gonna be hella poor. But I’m already those things. I’m giving up very little for this move and I have even less to lose. Just my little homie, Pancakes. And he’ll be happier staying here, I guarantee.
My life is 30 years in and I’ve got nothing to show for it. Not sure what I was supposed to have done with my life – but I don’t think this was it. This year was a tough one for me. Maybe I can be an example of starting over. Seems right, since life already tends to make an example of me anyway. I’m not worried about what I have to give up to move – my concern lies with what I never had in the first place.
When I get where I’m going (wherever that may be)…..I won’t have to rebuild; I’ll have to start.
This move has me pretty scared, and it feels so good.
And btw – I took that photo. It’s my new backyard. Pretty sick, ain’t it?