I'm off to Hawaii.
I got home last night after 11. So I spent about 20 minutes throwing things into a suitcase, an hour cleaning and finally went to bed. I'm not sure what I'm going to have when I get to Hawaii. I'm sure I'll be fine. I packed in an extra large suitcase so that I could just throw tons of stuff in. I'm pretty sure I have about 12 Target V-neck shirts. Those things are my favorite. They're so soft. Like clouds.
I needed this trip. I haven't been to Hawaii in a whole year. I realize that sounds spoiled, but we go to Hawaii a lot. Looking at pictures of my childhood, you would think I grew up in Hawaii and visited Utah on occasion. Hawaii is the place that makes the world perfect. Hawaii and college admission.
Anyway, my favorite part of Hawaii was always the ocean. I was the little girl who spent hours and hours in the ocean. Once, I even had to be rescued by a lifeguard because I was convinced the waves were no match for me. But that's a story for another day.
The past few years, I have a new favorite part of Hawaii. Close second, I love waking up early and going for a run. There's this wonderful 3 mile loop by our condo that makes for a great morning run. But best of all, since it's lower elevation, I feel like a God. Nothing can stop me. I can run forever.
My real favorite part is sitting for hours in a lounge chair and reading. I love putting on my big sunglasses and tanning oil with SPF 6 and reading. I love the way my books get crinkled from my damp towel. I love the sand that gets stuck in the binding. I love taking 5 minute breaks to take a quick dip before continuing on. I love that I spend my vacation in Hawaii lost in books.
I've got a part school, part pleasure reading list for this break. Last Christmas, I spent too much time doing school work. So I'll (probably) do the required, but I'm into college, I'm going to read what I want. So here's my reading list. I hope I'll get to read all of them. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed by the amount of great literature there is to read. I just want to read everything:
Sula, Toni Morrison
The Beautiful and Damned, F. Scott Fitzgerald
Catch-22, Joseph Heller
The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion
Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
1919, John Dos Passos
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Tom Stoppard
As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner (Maybe. This one depends on how brave I'm feeling)
Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison
On the Road, Jack Kerouac
The Elegance of the Hedgehog, Muriel Barbery
I'm going to come back well read and well tanned. And relaxed. And probably well fed, because Lorin and I love eating good food. But I won't be too well read. There are books I'm glad I'm not reading:
Ulysses, James Joyce
War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy
Guilliver's Travels, Jonathan Swift
The Portrait of a Lady, Henry James
Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand
Mein Kampf, Adolf Hitler