Beth was already planning to go. It seemed like a nice idea to pair up, making this foray into the unknown a bit less scary. And here I am. Aloha!
This place has beautiful views of the ocean and harbor and great air circulation. It felt great to me at first, but over the course of the week, I feel my health declining. I’m more tired, and getting symptoms I haven’t had since I left
I love the verdant foliage and the sound of the ocean, and hope to find a good place to live. But I fear that the overall dampness of the climate (28 inches annual rainfall in Waikiki compared to 3 inches in
I may have to do some camping around here to see if I can feel great in a damper climate when I’m out in nature or whether I’m destined to spend more years in the desert. I really don't want to camp anymore. But on the other hand, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. It's not an easy choice, but I'm grateful for the opportunity to make that choice. Many of my friends with this illness are too sick to consider camping, or don't have the financial resources to go anywhere, and haven't had the opportunity to see their health improve by getting away. I'm very fortunate, and I remind myself of that as I listen to the surf hitting the beach and the gulls cawing as they swoop through the Hawaiian sky.