Cold, Warm NYC Winter

It was that cold New York weather that people flee from, yet we still decided to visit Katie for a few days in NYC. We knew we were about to be in the midst of -10 degree weather. So excited to be on another adventure with the three of us. It felt like college again, except we had money and jobs and responsibilities. 

It hurt to just be, but I was so excited. So excited to see katie and watch her eat an açaí bowl in -5 degree weather. It was so cold, and it felt like all we could do was eat. So we ate our way through nyc. Place after place. Taxi to pizza. Subway to Thai food. Uber to more pizza. Subway to deli, Indian, Mexican. Wrapped like a burrito in layers of clothes to keep us from freezing, but happy to be together.

Falling snow is so magical if it’s your first time seeing it, at least for the first twenty eight minutes or so. And it was just that. We danced our way through the streets of soho with our hands in the air thinking how lucky we were to be there. Taking an Uber back to Williamsburg with a full pizza in hand. Reminders of non normalcy.


April 2017 - I've never had a bucket list per se, but if I did, hiking into Kalalau would've been on it.

I’ve heard stories that my father used to tell of Kalalau. How his family used to enjoy the beauty that it brought. The beauty which also eventually brought about the demise of my grandfather, swept out at sea never to be found again. Something that felt personal, especially since no one really ever talked about his sudden death. When my cousin said she wanted to do it again, I jumped at the chance.

I was ready with all twenty-something pounds of gear, food, and a plastic bottle of alcohol. Making our way down to Hanakapai Beach was easy. I must've actually laughed my way through the first ten miles. It wasn’t until mile ten when I could literally feel every tiny rock under my feet, step after step. But the views were incredible. Pristine, green, and so untouched. It felt like it was our secret, even though so many make their way to Kalalau every year. The switchbacks were never ending and almost mesmerizing. Making it to the beach never felt so good. Spent two nights in this magical place and met some new friends along the way. 

Hawaii, My Home

While the crystal blue beaches and the always-sunny weather are what attracts people to Hawaii, my favorite part about Hawaii is the people. It’s funny because while I’m thankful for my awesome family and friends, I’m also grateful for the mundane interactions with strangers sharing the aloha spirit. You know…it’s the shaka you get when the car in front of you is trying to get across the freeway to make it to the exit or the way people make you feel at home when attending bbq at someone’s home, when you know you’ll probably never see that person again.

I definitely take this place for granted. I’m so incredibly blessed to have been born and raised in what people might argue is the most beautiful place in the world.