The Comforts of Home

Wanderlust.

I have it bad. I’m constantly looking up different places to explore. Places where I’m out of my element but happy about it. Places that offer a whole new world of foods to try.

The urge to travel.

It’s in my bones.

But, I have to say, there’s nothing quite like being home.

And I don’t just mean home in Hawaii. I mean my actual house.

Curling up on the couch and getting lost in a good book. Baking fresh bread. Netflix binging. And, unless we have company coming over, going bra less.

Sure, I enjoy going to Target or getting bentos and relaxing at the beach.

But home, being home, I love it so.

Photo by Arbine Villanueva-Hoapili

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