To use a line from my November journal, somebody put my world back together.
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We're back from our two-week trip to Hawai'i. I had a great time, but got really homesick on the last few days.

We spent a week at a hotel on Waikiki Beach in Honolulu, and then spent a week cruising around the islands.

During our week in Waikiki, we went to Waimea Falls Park, toured the Missouri at Pearl Harbor, spent three days browsing the shops in Waikiki, and spent one day driving along the eastern coastline, watching the waves crash on the cliffs, and watching a volcanic formation called "The Blowhole". Took tons of pictures, some of which I should be posting here in a while.

The 7-day cruise consisted of a day in Hilo, Hawai'i, two days at Kahului, Maui, a day in Kailua-Kona, Hawai'i, and two days in Nawiliwili, Kaua'i, then back to Honalulu.

The day in Hilo was the best, as we got to see *whitecanvasdesigns, and his mom, dad, sister, and his sister's boyfriend. The second day on Maui was great, too. We took a shuttle into Lahaina and spend a few hours browsing the shops there. There was a really neat shop that had a whole bunch of celebrity art on display, it was amazing!

And I can't forget the day we left Nawiliwili. We cruised all the way around the island to the Napali coast. It was by far the most beautiful stretch of coastline I have ever seen in my life.

By then the homesickness had really set in, though.



Not only was I missing my friends and all the comforts of home, but my boyfriend, Imreln, and I had just made our relationship official the night before I'd had to leave. Leaving the next day was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do.

I mean, it's hard enough having to deal with the fact that we've only got about three and a half hours to talk most nights, but when I didn't have unlimited access to the internet for two weeks things got really hard. We already have to deal with an 8-hour time difference, my being in Hawai'i made it 10 hours. Almost half a day behind.

To make things worse, the night we got home the internet was down for 4 and a half hours, so I didn't get to talk to him at all until the next afternoon. I don't know how either of us survived that, seeing as we were dying to talk to each other.

All I can think of now is how much it killed me not to be able to talk to him for those two weeks, but also how glad I am to finally be home and that I'm able to talk to him again.



But like I said, somebody put my world back together.

Being able to talk to him again makes me feel like all is right in my world. Now all I have to do is wait for July.

We're planning a trip to England, Dad says we'll leave practically as soon as I'm finished school.

I think we're going to plan to spend about two weeks there, and Dad's talked about possibly going to Ireland or Scotland for two weeks, as well. Although I'm kind of hoping we don't, because my boyfriend has been planning a trip to Canada, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we can get on the flight back together.

And after two weeks together, I don't know how we'll be able to stand to be apart ever again...