It has been almost a year and a half since I was in Hawai’i; it’s the longest I have been away.
I miss swimming the afternoons in the ocean with my dad, chasing his fins.
Running from the aquatic life; even strokes like I am flying.
Breathe in gasping for sustenance, exhale bubbles of success.
I miss plate lunches, good Japanese food, and all the fusion food.
I miss year-round BBQs without shooing away insects and animals I’m unfamiliar with.
Rice in every plate, mochi in drinks, nostalgia in every bite.
I miss the trade winds.
I miss the constant, gentle reminder of being part of something bigger than myself.
I miss the hemmajang speech collecting words from every language.
But one heart.
I miss the flowers, the colors, and all the crazy prints.
The way the sun shines, the tempo of life.
I miss my friends.
I miss my family.
I might miss Hawai’i more than I thought I would.