Saturday, April 16, 2011


I don't travel well, I know that, and good heavens I'll have to take my babies with me because I miss them when I go to the grocery store. BUT I WANT TO GO TO HAWAII SOOOOO BAAAAADLY. I love the culture. I love the music. I love the tattoos and swaying hips and booming drums. This is #1 on my bucket list. I have to go to Hawaii. I need to save up some money and get there. Yesterday! It's time!

Honestly, I don't even know what I'd do when I get there. I would definitely attend a luau. And probably take a hula lesson. I'm not a surfer. I'm not a sun-bather. I don't actually like tours all that much. I kind of just want to walk on the beach and breath in the air. Let my hair down and let it get all curly and beachy and put flowers in it. As Liz Lemon says, "I want to go to there."

I'm not a traveler, but I'm about to be. It's time to start practicing. Even if it's just an overnight somewhere in Toronto. I have to get to the point where I can make Hawaii happen for me. Well before it falls into the ocean.