it’s funny how the closer you get to something, the further away it feels. i think they call it relativity (good one, einstein). well, it’s now one sleep until the coolest kid i know lands in a jet plane in the middle of the pacific ocean on this little island they call maui.
we will eat food til we’re bursting, drink $3 mai tais and lay on the beach and bike and walk and swim and lap up maui living. oh, and i guess she’ll take some photos too. i mean, that’s why she’s coming. but all work and no play…? no way.