LB Says Hi

This is a picture snapped about fifteen minutes away from The Honolulu National Airport. There is nothing but blue skies and sunshine. Leaving Oregon was a different picture — the skies were gray and morning rain pelted our aircraft as we took off. The scenery was truly fitting, as my heart began to feel the pains of missing a place that had been my home for the past five years. My wonderful friends reminded me as I said my goodbyes the night before that I was moving on to a new chapter and that the future would be bright.  It was indeed looking bright. The captain's voice came over the speakers and informed us that we would be touching down shortly. He proceeded to say, "Welcome to Hawaii and enjoy your stay, but if you are Kama'aina, WELCOME HOME." At that point I could not hold back the emotions. I sat and cried out the window, partly because I was leaving behind a part of my life that had molded me in more ways than one, and also because I was coming h...

I used to love the idea of surrounding myself with motivation, whether it's through motivated people, or positive literature to read; watching movies that moved me, or singing songs that teach me something about love and exploration. Lately, I've been finding that I've been living in an unmotivated community--and when I say "community" I don't mean my actual community or city, but the community in which surrounds my life (the afore mentioned). I find that I am less eager to indulge in ideas that stimulate my mind and instead spend hours watching youtube videos (for example) about makeup and beauty. I've realized that I am spending more time in the physical than in the mental and spiritual. I've noticed that the friends that I surround myself with are in fact self-motivated, which used to encourage me but now only seems to make me feel more and more incompetent and incapable. Maybe I have to scratch the idea of a "motivated community" alto...

I've been noticing a specific theme in my life this year---it seems that the problems I keep encountering are ones dancing around the ideas of patience and reorganization. The best example of this is the most recent of events. I had been scheduled to fly home on Sunday--plans in sorts, I had quit my job and shipped the majority of my belongings home to beautiful Hawaii. As the weekend approached I finally decided to sell my car. Putting up an ad on craigslist I eagerly awaited calls. In preparation I searched for all the paperwork needed only to discover that my car's title was nowhere to be found. When I say nowhere---I mean NOWHERE. In conclusion, I've now canceled my Sunday flight to await new car papers to come in. I've now had to push back interviews that were made on the return home and worst of all, I've now postponed The Great Move that I've been anticipating for so long. So far I'm unaware of the exact lessons to be learned, but there sure has bee...

One week until I leave Ashland behind me. It will no longer be my home, but it will forever be the place I found myself in. The feeling is bittersweet. Counting down...