To be referred to as kamaina is strangely satisfying- that two day long haul, epic cross-country drive, and three-time apartment switch has officially handed us over to 'local' status.
The first week felt complacent. Nothing settled in- did we really do
this? What the hell were we thinking? Too late to back out now...
Contrarily, who are we to complain? Who has the ability to do such a thing? These plush hills, barren lava desertlands, and 10ft seaside swells have me breathtaken.
The six hour time change leaves my phone quiet, urge to arise by the early morning sunrise, and compelled to watch the natives wail out in the late ocean landscape waiting for the next interval large wave. A sight only eyes lucky as mine can endure for the next... however long I choose ..
