I Just Wasted A Ton Of Money

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neither came into shore nor out away from it. In this suspended animation you could close your eyes and float. Gently rising and lowering.The sound beneath the waves was the sand. Each grain flowing over a small embankment like a thousand tiny beads. It was the sound of a rain stick. Magical. Entrancing. The whole experience was therapy for the senses. Transcendent.But today? The waves came with a vengeance. Crashing into you and ripping you out violently. Only to just as quickly toss you back to the beach. Disoriented. And a bit sore.The snorkle was ripped from my mask and lost to the sea. My neck hurt from a particularly rough encounter with a wave. This was all a very bad idea.We went home. Slightly shaken from the experience. Snor

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kle set-up ruined. Body aching. A mourning for the magical beach of the fall. I decided I was done with leftover over food. I wanted something to warm me, and I wanted to not cook it.So. We ordered pizza. One large, one topping pizza, and 8 wings. $73 freakin’ dollars. What a giant waste.This, my friends, is why you shouldn’t live in Hawaii. Poor food decisions will seriously cost you. 🤣I actually have piles of complaints about Hawaii, but they revolve around too many people and too high prices.I am writing about improving myself, traveling, making money, paying off debts, figuring out how to help others, and all the thoughts and questions I have along the way. Consider following me to see what happens next!</article></body>

Reasons you shouldn’t live in Hawaii

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We decided, on a near whim, to go snorkeling for the afternoon. Every time we have gone to the beach here in Oahu the conditions have been wonderful. We always wished we had the gear to snorkle.

Today was the day. We went and picked up some snorkle masks and headed out. The beach was one we had found in September. Back then, it had been incredible.

Wait. Let me take a moment to describe how incredible it had been. The waves were such that you got pulled to a mid point where you neither came into shore nor out away from it. In this suspended animation you could close your eyes and float. Gently rising and lowering.

The sound beneath the waves was the sand. Each grain flowing over a small embankment like a thousand tiny beads. It was the sound of a rain stick. Magical. Entrancing. The whole experience was therapy for the senses. Transcendent.

But today? The waves came with a vengeance. Crashing into you and ripping you out violently. Only to just as quickly toss you back to the beach. Disoriented. And a bit sore.

The snorkle was ripped from my mask and lost to the sea. My neck hurt from a particularly rough encounter with a wave. This was all a very bad idea.

We went home. Slightly shaken from the experience. Snorkle set-up ruined. Body aching. A mourning for the magical beach of the fall. I decided I was done with leftover over food. I wanted something to warm me, and I wanted to not cook it.

So. We ordered pizza. One large, one topping pizza, and 8 wings. $73 freakin’ dollars. What a giant waste.

This, my friends, is why you shouldn’t live in Hawaii. Poor food decisions will seriously cost you. 🤣

I actually have piles of complaints about Hawaii, but they revolve around too many people and too high prices.

I am writing about improving myself, traveling, making money, paying off debts, figuring out how to help others, and all the thoughts and questions I have along the way. Consider following me to see what happens next!