 One of the most surprising elements of my trip to Kauai this time around, and quite possibly, the only reason that I truly appreciate the 11 days that I’m here, is the fact that I believe I’ve finally found my home…on Oahu :). It’s crowded, there’s too much traffic, and stupid random black trucks stop in the middle of dark side streets only to be hit by usually very cautious, unsuspecting drivers…yes, it’s true, beware!  Yet strangely enough, I kind of like it now.
Anyway, for the past three years plus, I’ve been traveling the world (well, mainly just the west coast and Hawaii), in and out of school, back and forth between houses, roommates, jobs, churches, and wardrobes (I don’t mind that part), and never really knowing where my “home” is. And even though home is such an ambiguous term (you know, ’home is where the heart is,’ ‘my home is in heaven,’ ‘there’s no place like home’) …realistically, home hasn’t been a term that I could identify with, quite possibly since I left Hawaii in 1998 to attend Oregon State. Just in the past three years, I’ve gone from Oregon to Kauai to Oregon to LA to Oregon to Kauai again, back to Oregon, and finally to Oahu this past December. I’ve been greeted by more flight attendants, saw more green road signs, packed and unpacked more black suitcases than I would’ve ever thought possible, but praise God, I believe the moving has come to an end…at least for now ;)
Undeniably, I’ll always be a Kaua'i girl at heart…I love wearing surf shorts and slippers, eating at some of our local favs (bread & deli, kalena’s, and yaay for Koloa Fish Market Hawaiian plate with Korean poke…I tell you, it’s the best!), and the fact that I never REALLY have to lock my car is a major plus. But maybe it’s just the nature of this trip, or that I'm bored enough to be writing a blog right now, or the fact that my most regular companion is my schizophrenic feline friend that lives at the house I’m housesitting for (of which has completely lost my trust due to frequent random attacks from underneath the couch…umm yah, I’m serious). But whatever it is, it makes me thankful that I can say that I’m here for a visit…but I won’t be staying…
So Monday afternoon…I’m going home.
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 | I like this! Nice blog Malia. =) |
 | aaww... you're a good writer, malia. nice blog |
 | eonni! wow, thanks for sharing your heart. that's pretty amazing how God has taken you many different places even if it's only between 2 parts of the country. but praise God that a home is a home. ;) see u when u get back! |
 | haha! I had fun reading this. i can hear your voice and your run-on sentences. hehe. cool blog, malia! write some more. |
 | Malia writing a full on blog??? I had to read it. Good stuff Parker, can't wait to have you back on Oahu. And all cats are schizophrenic, and all cats are just the spawn of Satan as well. See you soon! :D |
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I like this! Nice blog Malia. =) 