I LOVE HAWAII.Ya. Ok. Of course it makes perfect sense to just randomly go live on a tropical island? Of course. I'll just take fun classes with students from 78 different countries while my winter season will consist of 75-degree weather everyday. I'll go snorkeling, skim boarding, boogie boarding, build sand castles, play frisbee, football and soccer on the beach. Eat bananas straight from the tree. Unlike the people who come from literally all over the planet to pay hundreds of dollars for their one-day admission into the Polynesian Culture Center, I'll just go for free and be friends with all the people who perform there. And while my Rexburg friends' boogers freeze together, I'll be hiking and jumping off waterfalls. Ya know. Whatev.
Life is too good to be true. I'm afraid that
once i leave here, reality is waiting to strangle me! I'm anxiously dreading my flight to the mainland. My time here has been surreal. I feel as though this UNREAL dream vacation I've been experiencing as everyday life has to have some fine print. Whats the catch??? I really don't understand. Its like I'm waiting to get the bill in the mail or something. Am I really just this blessed? 
