Here I am, sitting in Waikiki. I arrived at 3pm yesterday and my first impression was "Holy Crap this place is gorgeous!!" After spending the evening watching the sun set over the ocean with a maitai in hand I realized that this might be one of the coolest places I have been.
So, first impression, pretty incredible. Since I am 4 hours behind what I am used to I naturally woke up at 5 in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep. What do I do? Walk across the street to the coffee shop, get an "oat cake" and a double espresso and go for a jog. If you have never gone for a jog in the morning with the ocean to your right and the sun rising over the mountains to your left before while the cool morning air invigorates you, I HIGHLY suggest that you try it. I am obviously romanticizing this place quite a bit, but it certainly does feel a bit like paradise.
On that note, I came to a realization last night (or this morning, everything is a blur so far). This is a place where people DREAM of going. This is a place where people save thousands of dollars just to come for a week. This is a place that so many people find to be the ideal, and I am living here! My life is going to be so different from what I had in Kansas that it is a little scary. I have to remember that every time I have seen one of those stupid hula girls on someone's dash board or cubicle desk, they only get to fantasize about the place that I am seeing every day. Definitely going to need to work on my appreciation factor out here.
Now for a more pressing matter, should I go to the pool?
Or should I walk the extra 100 yards to the ocean? ;D