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earth tones, birthstones, and erogenous zones
Someone once asked me what it was like to live in Hawaii…
It’s like waking up to the sunrise over the warm ocean everyday and driving through phenomenal cloud-covered mountains. It’s like knowing that the land you live on is sacred and doing your part to nourish and respect it. It’s like going to your local gas station and calling the attendant Aunty or Uncle, because on an island so small you’ve got to treat everyone like family. It’s like living in a place that has it’s own rich and unique culture that is completely separated from the country it is (illegally) a part of. It’s like anywhere you look is a beautiful hike or a day at the beach waiting to happen. It’s like eating poke bowls, kalua pig, spam musubis (no shame), fresh fish, haupia, poi, etc. and getting a major kanakattack, and then laying in the sand to cure it. It’s like seeing the sweetest-smelling flowers with dew on their petals and picking one and putting it behind your ear. It’s like living in a place that is multilingual and hearing the colors of the island from people’s tongues. It’s like being so isolated from the rest of the world, yet feeling surrounded and embraced by it. It’s like this special little corner of the Western (for lack of a better term) world where people can still feel connected to the land that they live on. At the risk of sounding cliché, it’s like the deepest breath of the fresh air.
I could go on, but I’ll spare you.