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