i'm a closet coconut

A coconut dear readers, is some who, like a coconut, is brown on the outside, but white on the inside.


That's me. Brown on the outside, white on the inside. I can be one, or the other, when it suits me.

I speak pidgin. I speak Hawaiian. I dance hula. I love Hawaiian music, food, culture, people. I am Hawaiian. I feel a deep connection to Hawaiʻi. The land, the ocean, the sky, the rain and the wind. It is a part of me.

I speak perfect English. I love jazz (particularly bossa nova), photography, fashion (though I've not yet figured out how to be fashionable.) In college I majored in Anthropology. Interesting, but useless. I LOVE learning about other cultures, languages, ways of life. I play the flute and piano. I sing. I am a total nerd. My dad says I'm his flower child. My brother in law calls me a closet hippie. Though I may be in denial, he pretty much hit the nail on the head. Well, he's the first black guy I know that surfs. That's weird too.

I am married to my best friend. He's from Maui. A local boy through and through. He's become more a coconut since meeting me, but he's also become more Hawaiian, and I've become more of a sports fan.

We have a perfect baby girl. She will probably be a coconut too, because we plan to teach her EVERYTHING we know. Well, the good stuff at least.

As I mentioned in previous posts, I feel like I'm losing AAAALL those things I talked about above that made me who I was pre-baby, so I need to remind myself once in a while on this blog. Sure I'll blog about her, but I'll blog about the other parts of me as well, because I can't forget them.