I'm giving a lot of props to people who move often. I enjoy traveling and I'm often itchy with the bug, but moving is a different ball game. I'm not good at making small scale, surface relationships. The introvert in me has to give relationships everything or nothing because they're exhausting, so they absolutely must matter. Coming to Hawaii was easy because we knew it was temporary; we'd return back to our house eventually and all the people we'd left behind. But leaving Hawaii? I think it hadn't even fully set in until this morning when I went to make breakfast and told myself I'm going to get creative so we eat everything out of our pantry before we leave. And then it hit me. We are leaving. For good. This island paradise and the people who we've come to love so fiercely aren't coming with us. So just excuse me while I cry over my coffee here.