Right now I’m sitting on the balcony of my parent’s Waikiki condo in Honolulu, Hawaii. And it’s absolutely beautiful here.
I’ve just spent the last half hour typing and retyping this paragraph, trying to capture in words how gorgeous the view is, but everything that comes to mind sounds corny and clichéd; the stuff of tourist brochures.
I could tell you, for example, that the view is ‘breath-taking’. I could describe the stretch of white-sand beach that hugs the shoreline, the sail boats that glint in the sunshine like sparkling diamonds or how the the coconut trees sway gently in the warm, gardenia-scented breeze.
Right now there’s even a rainbow forming over the horizon. Yes, a freaking rainbow. And it’s majestic and vibrant and awe-inspiring, too.
But if I told you all of that, I’m sure you wouldn’t believe me. Or else you’d just groan and tell me I should wait to write a post until I have something a little more original to say.
But the truth is that the last two days have been wonderful. Magical even. And as I sit here in my bathrobe, sipping Kona coffee in the early morning sunshine (ugh, I know), I feel like I’ve just wandered into a Hawaii Tourism billboard; complete with cheese-ball “Welcome home” tag line. Because that’s what the last two days of my vacation have felt like: like coming home.
Yeah, that’s about as witty as I got right now…I promise to write more later though. Hopefully by then I’ll be feeling more inspired and will have found a USB cable so that I can upload some of my photos.