I went to the Big Island for my brother's wedding in Kona two weeks ago. It was truly an eye-opening experience, so I've decided to move there for about a year after I get my undergrad. I would love nothing more than to be immersed into such a humbling culture. Life there would be so much simpler - the way it should be. I loved surfing. It was one of the most spiritual experiences I've ever had with nature. There were a million colorful fish swimming in the reef below me and the occasional sea turtle popping it's head up for air. Finally understanding the ride of the wave was more than merely being able to keep my balance and steer the board - I finally accomplished learning something that I've wanted to do my entire life. I yearn for the day that I will be able to do that at my leisure. Thankfully, my parents are in full support of my decision. Supposedly, Mark Twain lived there for a while as well. He surfed, wrote for the paper, and eventually wrote his first book. He began his career. I think being there will do the same for me. I have far too many interests to narrow it down, and perhaps I'll end up doing a lot of different things. I can only hope that Hawai'i will help inspire me to find what it is that I'll spend the rest of my life doing. It's risky, but I couldn't be more excited.