Our Monthly Country itinerary is set! We’ve mentioned this a few times over the past couple months, but now we’ve made the adventure official: We have paid for our monthly homes for the rest of 2015!
Just for fun, here’s a little visual tour of where we’ll be traveling, displayed in weather…
February 22, 2010. That was the day I met Alexis.
March 4, 2010. Our first date. The result of a loser-buys-dinner bet I conveniently lost.
August 19, 2010. Less than six months later, we’re moving into our first apartment together. Sounds crazy, right?! Those two will never last, you say?
Ha! Well, the joke’s on you ’cause now we’re married!
Not only did Alexis and I move in together less than six months after meeting one another, she flew across an ocean to do it.
We met at the University of Utah where I was a visiting student for one semester. Alexis used the same student exchange program (UH Hilo NSE shout out!) to come back to the University of Hawaii-Hilo with me the following semester.
Yes, I’m a pretty lucky guy.
I thought I would be coming back to Hawaii and moving back into my filthy college dude house with my buddies (read what Alexis wrote about that house here), but instead found myself looking for cute one-bedroom apartments that were just slightly cleaner and more respectable.
We made our first home at 50 Maile Street, Hilo, HI 96720. Quick aside: Years later, we would discuss naming our first daughter Maile in memory of our first home. But… Miley Cyrus.
Still, the Waiakea Lagoon View Apartments were perfect. We were young, we were in love, we were building a life together.
It was completely furnished and move-in-ready so there wasn’t much in the way of fixer-up or DIY projects except for one very odd thing we did: Continue reading
There are a few travel blogs I read regularly. One of them is Ben Schlappig, aka Lucky’s One Mile at a Time. Yesterday he posted The Curse Of The Traveler which recounted a story one of his readers posted in the comments of his site. The story goes like this:
“The Curse of the Traveler”
An old vagabond in his 60s told me about it over a beer in Central America, goes something like this: The more places you see, the more things you see that appeal to you, but no one place has them all. In fact, each place has a smaller and smaller percentage of the things you love, the more things you see. It drives you, even subconsciously, to keep looking, for a place not that’s perfect (we all know there’s no Shangri-La), but just for a place that’s “just right for you.” But the curse is that the odds of finding “just right” get smaller, not larger, the more you experience. So you keep looking even more, but it always gets worse the more you see. This is Part A of the Curse.
I love my home, as most people do. Home, no matter where that is, has a certain power over people. It brings comfort, it brings joy, it brings peace. I’m fortunate enough to call home a place many people only dream about: Hawaii.
Having lived in Hawaii for most of my life, I naturally know a lot about the place, and seeing as how it’s a big destination for many people, I thought I could share some advice and tips. Starting with my home island of O’ahu, this post will be the first of three about Hawaii and will cover places to go, things to do, and where to stay — all from a local’s perspective.
O’ahu is by far the most populous island in Hawaii. It where the state capital and biggest city, Honolulu, is. About 1 million of Hawaii’s 1.4 million residents live on O’ahu. If you’re looking for less crowds, stay away from O’ahu. If you don’t mind crowds and are looking for some of the most beautiful scenery you could ever imagine, keep reading.
I have been thinking a lot lately about the concept of “home” and I started wondering about my own past and the places I’ve called home. I realized that, in my 25 years here on earth, I have lived in so many houses that I started losing track when I tried to mentally list them all. Just how many houses have I lived in? I finally sat down to count…
Let me warn you right now: this post is going to come across as whiny, complacent, and downright obnoxious. Perhaps even a bit elitist and pretentious.
If I’m being honest though, I have a confession: being raised in Hawaii has completely ruined my appreciation for beautiful scenery. It has set unrealistically high standards that very few places can live up to. My mind has been poisoned by my paradise home.
I know, I know. Poor David, he can’t appreciate beauty because he was exposed to insane amounts of it his entire life. His life must be soooo hard not being able to appreciate a place for what it is because he had to grow up in Hawaii.
It’s been about two and a half months since we picked up and moved from Hawaii to Thailand back in June, and while we haven’t regretted our decision for a minute, there are some things that I definitely miss about the western world. Namely…