After years of wanting a grand adventure, I stepped on a plane headed to Hawaii. Jenna and I were meeting a friend of ours, Lennon, who lives on Oahu. As the great expanse of blue green Pacific ocean rolled underneath my plane, I began to think of change... of the ending of my life in Portland, to new beginnings all over the world. My tendency to reminisce passed over me like a storm cloud, hovering for a moment, then wisping by, leaving only anticipation and wide eyed eagerness for the new places and people that I would inevitably see and meet. After 5 hours of flight from LAX, an eruption of impressive mountains tumbled out of the ocean, reaching up to the sky and beyond, defining 8 large islands, all with a style of their own. As we swung down low over Pearl Harbor, the captain shouted out "aloha and welcome to Oahu", and thus my adventures began.
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