A Trip to Hawaii

I went on a solo trip to one of the most revered places on Earth – Hawaii. Of course the landscape was beautiful – blue oceans and a type of green that I had never seen before. A tropical paradise nested away in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Of course, all oceans are similar, but I enjoyed this one a bit more. I went to the beach in the morning before it got crowded and was able to stand in shoulder-level water without worrying for two hours – because the water was so calm. I also did beginner-level snorkeling in a seemingly man-made lagoon next to the real ocean. It was nice, but could’ve been better. I drove up to majestic view points – although cloudy – I could still catch the stunning views. I hiked through lush rainforests that seemed like it came straight out of Jurassic park. That movie was shot in Hawaii btw.

This trip was different. I pushed myself out of my comfort zone a bit – I stayed in shared-room hostels and invited strangers to go hiking with me without expecting anything in return.

Towards the end of the trip, I noticed myself wanting to come back home and looking up ways to get an earlier flight back home. I missed the comfort of home – I felt a sense of restlessness. However, I didn’t yield to that feeling and I think that made me grow quite a bit. I went hiking with a young German girl instead and enjoyed being around her. She was hiking around the tropical world with just a backpack for 9 months. It showed me that maybe I was being too picky about itsy bitsy things.

This experience also made me wonder – what it would feel like to constantly be traveling – especially since these hostels had kitchens. Would I love it, would it constantly make me feel alive? How much would it enable me to grow – but then, how much do I really want to grow? Would it just be escaping responsibilities? What would life be like if I had all the money in the world and was travelling all the time? I would probably miss the feeling of having a place that I could call mine. That I could call home.