Mochi

It may be judged by it's hot pink color. Or maybe by it's stark resemblance to "The Blob". Regardless, the incredible sweetness and gooey texture brings back memories of my fantasy like childhood, filled with hibiscus flowers, mango trees, ocean waves and sun filled play dates. Like the smoothness of a wave's crest, it fills my mouth with silky goodness in a way that only mochi can.

Who would have thought that rice flour and sugar could create such a incredible treat?

My dear Hawaii, you're in my soul forever.

grr

There are few people in my life that can crush my inner happiness in just a few words. No, I'm not going to point fingers, but... The one who affects me the most is the one whose house I'm staying at and food I am eating. The one who is paying for my car insurance and cell phone bill.
Oh, how effortlessly he can take the gentle Hawaiian breeze of my heart and manifest it into a raging storm. The initial joy my presence brought to him has all but deteriorated into annoyance and impatience. His face is apparent with doubtful questions as cantankerous as "Will she ever be able to be dependent" or "Is there even a sliver of hope that she will find a job" and even "When is she going to leave" These questions are currently residing on his every expression and yet, he felt the need to voice them while I was enjoying sand between my toes and the sun on my face.

Well done.

I'd like to leave now.