They often say, "it's not the destination, it's the journey". I always wish I could say that but here's the thing... I have a tremendous fear of flying. This fear didn't come about in 2001 after we were attacked in the air rather, it has been with me since this flight I had coming home from Nebraska in about 1994. I went to the bathroom when I shouldn't have and thus was trapped in there during horrible turbulence. To this day, turbulence freaks me out. I am fine on a smooth flight, I'll sit and read and do crosswords but any bumps and I have to quite literally talk myself out of a panic attack.
It's no fun.
But neither is living in a world without air travel. I promised myself forever that my fear of flying wouldn't ever stop me from boarding a commercial jet because to opt out of such a task would doom me to never experience the world as it should be experienced.
So because of that, I fly whenever I need to and patiently try to get from point A to point B. However, it is never the journey that excites me when it comes to trips that require me boarding a plane. And in the case of Hawaii, it can't be anything BUT the destination.
I mean really, Hawaii is the uber destination. I left Oregon wearing Ugg boots, a knit, wool hat (I kid you not) and a warm jacket to get off the plane in Hawaii sporting yoga pants, a wife-beater and flip-flops and be sweating. It pains me to know that Hawaii is always this beautiful as I have to whittle ice off my windshield in the winter.
That's why when The Boy and I got off our respective flights in Honolulu, we seized our first day together in sunny, sunny Hawaii. We quickly checked in and even quicker dressed down and headed to the beautiful beach.
{The Beaches. The Beer. The Sun.}

{What a beach should look like}
{I love this of us. So dorky.}
{The Boy enjoying a Sunset in the water in Waikiki}
By the end of the day, we were as obsessed with Hawaii as Carrie is with Shoes and we still had the rest of our trip left in front of us. It was a wonderful way to kick-off the next few days.
Happy Monday folks!!!
PS- as I wrote this, I was watching "The Sandlot", could that movie be any better? Nope!

It's no fun.
But neither is living in a world without air travel. I promised myself forever that my fear of flying wouldn't ever stop me from boarding a commercial jet because to opt out of such a task would doom me to never experience the world as it should be experienced.
So because of that, I fly whenever I need to and patiently try to get from point A to point B. However, it is never the journey that excites me when it comes to trips that require me boarding a plane. And in the case of Hawaii, it can't be anything BUT the destination.
I mean really, Hawaii is the uber destination. I left Oregon wearing Ugg boots, a knit, wool hat (I kid you not) and a warm jacket to get off the plane in Hawaii sporting yoga pants, a wife-beater and flip-flops and be sweating. It pains me to know that Hawaii is always this beautiful as I have to whittle ice off my windshield in the winter.
That's why when The Boy and I got off our respective flights in Honolulu, we seized our first day together in sunny, sunny Hawaii. We quickly checked in and even quicker dressed down and headed to the beautiful beach.
{The Beaches. The Beer. The Sun.}

{What a beach should look like}
{I love this of us. So dorky.}



By the end of the day, we were as obsessed with Hawaii as Carrie is with Shoes and we still had the rest of our trip left in front of us. It was a wonderful way to kick-off the next few days.
Happy Monday folks!!!
PS- as I wrote this, I was watching "The Sandlot", could that movie be any better? Nope!
