fond paradise memories

I remember starting high school.

The uniforms that made us look like Sailor Moon rejects.
The open-aired three-story building, shaped almost like an 8-bit snake.
The below-ground library that I read so much from that the librarians began *giving* me books.
The birth of my love of theatre and intelligence.

The butt-tree, and the whole weird group beneath it.

Hawai'i holds such beautiful memories for me, and I've been so desirous to return that it makes me homesick.
Silly--I'm more homesick for the islands than I am for Georgia, the state in which I was actually born.

But my family of ladies helped make me into the odd, hilarious, smart-assed woman I am now and if I could attend our high school reunion just for the sake of re-kindling that friendship, I would.

One friend that I still keep in contact with--a gorgeous woman with a handsome husband and an absolutely precious little boy-- inspires me daily and makes me proud to call her a friend. From the first day I met her, I remember her huge heart. Her ability to listen. And her amazing advice. I'm blessed to have a friend who still inspires me so.

Someday, I'll get back to Oahu. And when I do, I'm hitting that chick up.