Honolulu is where I want to be today! I had grown smug.
75 degrees on Christmas ...
53 degrees on New Years Eve...
I had convinced myself that I lived in a warm climate. A tender, serene, forgiving place. Not the east coast.
Now that the snow has begun to fall and the temperature steadily plummets, I find myself slipping into a state of shock.
Is it too late to book a flight to Honolulu before the storm hits tomorrow?
By the ocean, palm trees swaying in the breeze, the mountains behind me...
With its stretches of warm aquamarine water and tropical volcanic mountains in the distance, Honolulu is an emerald paradise.
On a day like this, when I'm frozen and snowed in. I can hear Honolulu calling to me in the frozen breeze.
Long live wanderlust and long live wonder. Honolulu is where I'd like to be today!