Personal Narrative: My Trip To Hawaii

When I started writing this, I had no clue what it would be about. I was told “It has to be perfect.” “It has to explain you without you explaining yourself.” “You have to give it meaning without being asked for anything.” “If it isn’t good enough, admission officers won't give your application a second glance.” So, I put off writing it, pondering it over and over in my mind. I’m so glad I put it off, because until recently, I didn’t know what it was keeping me in Hawai’i. My mom lives in Oregon now, and I had the option to move with her because she still has custody. Something kept me here, though, and I wasn’t sure what. Through reminiscing and building more memories, I realized what it was. It was how much I love being Hawaiian. The food,

Boom! If we make one wrong move, we might fall! I'm not complaining though, me and my family were in Hawaii. We went to Hawaii for vacation, and don't get me wrong it was beautiful, you could smell the fresh, cool air. I loved it!

last summer,I went to Hawaii for a holiday with my friends.We flew across the pacific to the ting island from Beijing.During our time there, we ate delicious exotic food and drank numerous fruit juices.The Hawaiians are proud of their unique food,often 'spiced up' with slices of juicy pineapple and strings of delicious cheese.

America is often called the melting pot of cultures, welcoming various cultures and traditions, but the real gem that holds this title is located in the Pacific ocean. This place is called Hawaii and it is a place I am so proud to be from. The culturally diverse atmosphere of Hawaii has grown deep into my bones to become a part of what I am and what inspires me. From the rich languages that drift through this land to the many laughs and the smell of many mouthwatering foods that is carried through the air to various cultures and ethnicities blend together to create a beauty similar to the famous hawaiian sunsets. Seeing that Hawaii is such a diverse location it has introduced me to so many cultures I have fell in love with, many traditions

As part of my networking, there are some high school classmates who I am in constant contact with. We all went to college and have our own careers in different fields. One of these friends allowed me to live with her for my first year out of college. Four of us played volleyball together. They are from Waianae, Kaneohe, and Waimanalo and they?re Hawaiian, Portuguese, and Japanese. Over the years, we realized we get our strength from our diversity. When we have a

I am the middle child of sibling of 3. I Moved to Hawaii 1996. After 2 years, I moved to california Hawaii to go to school in 1998. I returned Oahu at 2005. I traveled a lot and have seen many countries. Therefor I am familiar with many cultuers and thire foods. I have never been married and have no kids. I have a 90 year old Grandma and two elderly aunts here Hawaii. I am obligated to take care of them when they need my help. I live in Kahal area. It is a very quiet neighborhood. We are surrounded with expensive houses and rich families. I have active lifestyle. I have been active my entire life. I enjoy outdoor activity, especially if it involves ocean and beach. I start swimming before walking, so Hawaii is perfect place for me. I played

I’ve lived in Hawaii my whole life, and it would be pretty unusual if I haven’t experienced any speech to text problems with my computer or smartphone. Many people recognize Hawaii as a melting pot between Asian, American, and Hawaiian cultures. This creates a large number of different language speakers and words. As Emma mentioned, many of street names in Hawaii are Hawaiian or Japanese names and thus, make it hard for devices to recognize their names. My own home address is no exception. The name of my street is Kuaie St, but when I try speaking to Siri to see if she recognizes the name, she comes up with some bizarre street name that isn’t even in Hawaii. She once mistook Kuaie for Cooley St. in New York. Even the Microsoft word program

Outside the window it is storming and raining . I can hear the storm outside it grows louder as I try to sleep,but also I kind of enjoy the sounds that nature is giving me.Suddenly I jerk myself awake and find that I am sweating and on the floor. I say outloud, “I wish i were somewhere nicer like Hawaii ”.

How is everyone doing and did anything change? Hawaii has very warm consistent weather, but I miss our home cooked meals and the different types of weather. Especially the springtime when the whole family would sit under the cherry blossom tree and gaze at the beautiful pink leaves as they would fall. 10 years ago, when I first arrived for my marriage, I thought the pay would be wonderful because there were so many rumors around the neighborhood and everyone was talking about it. I was excited that life would be like paradise and that is why I thought it would be completely fine to sign the contract that I didn’t even understand, to work here, but we were completely wrong.

Losing my wallet seems to happen on a weekly basis for me. I place it down somewhere and then later cannot for the life of me figure out where I left it. This same memory lapse applies to my long-term memory. I can remember a brief scene here, a smiling face there, perhaps even a story or two, but in general I’m just not stellar at remembering things. One of those few recollections I have is of a warm afternoon spent playing some football in my backyard while I lived in American Samoa.

I used to be the type of person that needed my life planned out; I needed a routine or a schedule. I was going on an amazing trip to Catalina Island with my closest friends. We had a plan; take a bus to LA and get on a boat that would take us to Catalina from there. When we arrived to LA the weather was so bad we couldn't get on the boat. We had to wait until the next day. Having to go off schedule we ended up making more memories, we went to a huge aquarium and spent the night on a boat. After that trip I realized things happen and you need to be willing to make the best of things or you will not have the opportunity for new experiences.

One morning Lily woke me up and squeezed me and I felt a little bit of a tingle. I saw a bright light shining in my face as bright as the luner eclipse, for a second, because we weren't in Chicago anymore. We were in Hawaii, and trust me I don't want to leave, but I wonder how we got these powers.

Have you ever experienced something so amazing that it did not even feel real? I was engulfed in this feeling for the entire 10 days that I was in Hawaii. Now, everything about Hawaii was so magical but there is one memory in particular that sticks out in my mind. We had just landed in Kona, Hawaii. We made it to the house we were staying at and everyone began to unpack. Of course, I could not wait any longer to go explore some of the amazing features that Hawaii has to offer. I finally convinced my family to take the 3-minute drive down to the beach from our rental house. Once we stepped foot on that beach my jaw hit the warm, silky sand. I had never seen anything so beautifully breath-taking. The palm trees danced in the wind, the waves crashed with a mighty force and my

“No, I promise I’ll be fine, Mari. I think a 26 year old male like myself, will do just fine in Hawaii.” At this point, I was literally placing all of my weight on my luggage in hopes of keeping it shut. “Barely zipped and ready to go. I’m just waiting for Anthony to get up.” “How are you guys doing by the way?” Mari asked, her voice filled with concern. “Oh, um. Good I guess. Nothing's really happened since last night except...nothing. Nevermind,” I stopped myself as I saw Anthony creeping over to my bed. I ignored him and hurried the phone call with Mari. “Well Anthony’s up now so we’re about to head out.” “Call me,” she pleaded on the other end. “Will do. Bye.” Anthony stared up at me in confusion. “We’ll pick up breakfast on the way, okay? You should start packing.” “Packing?” he questioned. “Packing for what?” “Did you forget? You and I have to head to Hawaii, and our planes leaving in 2 in a half hours. We’d better get a move on.” It took a moment for what I said to sink in, but he finally got the message and got up. “I’ll be ready soon. Just give me 10 minutes or so.”

“Worldly fame, power, and money are all great values in life; but the greatest value of all, in life, is love.” Christian muse’s to himself as he walks down the stairway of the San Francisco airport terminal. He makes his way to the taxi ward for a ride to the Sunshine cruise liner. It will be en route from San Francisco, California to Honolulu, Hawaii. It will pass through vast seas, emerald tropical islands, and reflect the beauty of the ocean life. For all this Christian will walk down its planks, as liken unto a rich man. In reality, he is a low class, paycheck to paycheck, average built, six ft. 2in. dark-haired, ordinary, country guy. He would have likely never done this, had it not been for her. Rose is the tall, slim, beautiful Thai girl that came into his life and finally, can take her hand, as they walk their way to this Pacific honeymoon. Unknown to Christian and Rose, this voyage is will bring them the adventure, Golden Ties, and love of their lifetime.