Magnolia Plantation / Day 37 of 365

Yesterday, I was digging through an old hard drive and found some pictures from Magnolia Plantation in Charleston. Thought I’d share some pictures of the magnolias and Spanish moss. Hope you are all having a wonderful start to the week!

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Mount Tantalus / Day 23 of 365

Late blog post! Cory and I went driving around Mount Tantalus a couple weeks ago. I was emptying my camera into my computer and noticed that I never posted these photos! It was so beautiful and breezy up there. Sorry about the blurry photos! D:

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Hiking at Waimano Valley / Day 22 of 365

Today I went out hiking with Sarah and Kevin at Waimano Valley!

It was a pretty quick 2 hour hike. The mountains were full of rain and clouds but the trees kept us dry. It was nice to have some cloud coverage; Hawaii has been really hot lately. There were 4 or 5 caves along the trail that were pretty cool to look at. They just went alongside the trail for about 100 feet each time. No idea why they exist.

Overall, it was a nice time to get away and spend some time with friends and the trees. No big fancy words today, just a few pictures. Hope you are all having a wonderful start to your week!

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Falling in love with the Airport

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This photo was taken four years ago during my first journey over to Spain. It was the first time I traveled alone internationally and I will never forget the experience. The people I met and the places I saw forever changed how I saw the world.

Everything starts at the airport, and the airport is built on rushing people, overpriced food, and repetitive loudspeaker messages. Behind the blare and initial discomfort, there’s a deeper emotion: the feeling of excitement and wonder. It’s the blood of traveling and if you listen close enough, you can hear its heartbeat.

Each person is moving in their own direction, completely unaffected by everyone else. The paths that each person takes are varied and go to different destinations. You see people dressed up going to business conferences while others lug around family members on vacation.

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This trip to Spain was significant because it was the first time I went alone. No one was there to tell me which way to go or who to be. I could find my path and make my own accomplishments. Getting to each gate wasn’t difficult, but I felt great knowing I could get around.

Everyone was so diverse and unique but we were all the same. On the flight to Paris, I sat next to a girl in her mid-20s. She was flying from a Google business conference in Hawaii back to her home in France. On the flight she spoke English, Spanish, Portuguese, French, and German to me. What amazes me is that she was only a few years older than I am now. She was born in Colombia, an incredibly poor country, and grew up to be a Google Analyst living in Paris. What have I done in my life that can even compare?

Occasionally when I meet new people at the airport I ask them what advice they can offer to a 20-year-old. The words they give often shock me. On the flight from Minneapolis to Charleston, a woman told me: “No matter what paths you take in life, know that you can always change course. It doesn’t matter how far you go in one direction, you can always change. Don’t ever think that you have to keep going on one path”.

That is the spirit of the airport: the power to choose your path and destinations in life. You become closer to your goals and the excitement of pursing your dreams. Each flight leads to new places and new experiences where you could do anything. I think that is where we feel most alive, where we can follow our dreams and pursue anything without the baggage of where we live or who we are. In the airport, we are stripped of everything and left with only our pursuits. That is why I love the airport.

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