A Hui Hou E 2014, Aloha E 2015

While the rest of the world is either celebrating their entrance to the new year or prepping for the Eve’s festivities, I am sitting here on my bed in the early evening having shirked the very productive plan I sent to mother dearest earlier today about organizing the findings of yesterday’s post-grad job hunt. It is the second New Year’s I will have spent alone, and up until about three hours ago, I was perfectly okay with that. And then I saw a friend’s Facebook status stating that no one should be alone on New Year’s and I looked down at my otherwise freshly showered self in a clean pair of pajamas…and I felt incredibly small and pathetic sitting here alone, hardly looking presentable, and ashamed that I have no plans whatsoever for New Year’s Eve. This is what my life has become.

That One Time I Celebrated New Years Eve in Hawai’i

How many people can say they’ve celebrated a holiday in a place as cool as Honolulu? Living in Hawai’i poses two different lifestyles for me. On the one hand, I’m here for school. I go to class, I try to get good grades, and all for what? Hopefully a piece of paper that says “I’m more of an expert in my field than I was two or so years ago when I was just merely knowledgeable about things in my field.” This is juxtaposed to the more exciting aspect of being in Hawai’i which is the side that reveals itself during long breaks when I’m not hard at work. It’s like I’m on a constant business trip in a place most people only dream of going. So to spend New Year’s in Honolulu was one for the history books (or at least one for my own history book):