Lately, more than usual I've been missing the island. I miss the way the breeze would kiss my skin, especially in the early morning. I miss the sound of the Hawaiian music and ukuleles at the Village Market grocery store. I miss the sky, the countless stars, the ocean, and the mountains. I miss how safe I felt and was but took it for granted. I miss the sense of family and community, especially once I started to adopt it as my very own. I miss the rich culture and heritage that you can only appreciate after having lived there. There are no words to describe how the island 'adopts' you into its ohana after a time. And it stays with you always.