Pipe Masters, Baby

In Decemeber Trent and I journeyed up to the North Shore (2.5 hrs by bus) to check out the Pipe Masters! It was one of the coolest things I have ever seen. Just being on the North Shore makes me love Hawaii. (My strong dislike of living in Waikiki isn't a secret right?) Everything up there is so much more laid back and even on a day where they had this huge event it was more chill than our area. But I digress.

Pipe was different than I thought for sure. Most of the time, (at least on that day,) the waves looked choppy and messy or it was like Lake Pacific out there. Then, all of the sudden this perfect wave would pop up and you would see what everyone was talking about. Let me tell ya, that thing was massive. It made me realize why Kelly Slater is one of the best, he can totally call when that wave is going to pop up and he just goes for it.

Have I ever mentioned that Trent has what we lovingly call "Persian Feet"? I'm not sure why that makes sense but it refers to a Persian Prince, and of course he would have the softest most delicate feet out there. Trent NEVER goes anywhere without his feet fully covered. No flip-flops, slippers or sandles. Homeboy rocks his skate shoes everywhere. So when we were at Pipe we found out that the wave breaks really close to shore and a big one will wash up tons of water on shore without warning. I was fine because I de-flipfloped when we got on the beach but Trent still had his skate shoes one. Poor kid got his shoes flooded. He had to take off his shoes and expose his Persian feet to the elements. I was cracking up especially when he buried his feet in the sand so they wouldn't get any sun.

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  It's amazing what a full day of blog stalking can do to you. It can make you want to blog again after months of not blogging or really reading blogs. For me it was a nice little vacay. Our lives have changed so much in these past few months, it was a little on the crazy side. So last time I was on here I had just had a miscarriage, about to graduate from college, planning a huge move, and working.

  Now we have moved to Hawaii, Trent and I graduated, Trent started grad school, I had two completely terrible jobs and now work at Sephora, and we are currently looking for a new place to live as our lease is up at the end of February.

  When we first moved here, lemme tell ya, I hated it. "Who could hate Hawaii?" you may ask. And I would answer with to thumbs pointed at myself, "this girl". Right before we moved life was hard but crazy, I didn't have time to really grieve what had happened or really heal from the whole thing. Some women I've talked to say their miscarriage was hard but not devastating because they weren't really attached to the baby/pregnancy, they hadn't reached a stage where they felt this severe loss. I'm not trying to lessen what they went through but I was in a different place.  I loved my child growing inside of me. I was connected. That little guy was my buddy I was carting around. So when we moved here and life slowed down to Hawaii speed, everything hit me like a ton of bricks.

  A big move is hard enough as it is, this coming from a girl who has moved houses and states at least 22 times. But with everything on top I was definitely breaking. My support system was gone and I was surrounded by strangers/crazy people everywhere I went, Waikiki is one of the dirtiest places I have ever been, it's suuuper expensive here and I had nothing to do. It wasn't until early November that things started to get better and it was because of dear Trentyloo.

  I could tell my intense emotions were starting to wear on this most patient of men. I was crying daily and pretty depressed. I would go to my job in the morning, crying all the way, meet Trent for lunch, cry then too because the people there were mean, and then cry that night about having to go back the next day. We were sitting at lunch in downtown Honolulu and Trent said, "Babe, you need to think about the things that are good in your life, think of what you're thankful for". Of course I replied with the only rational thing to say, "There's nothing to be thankful for!!!!!!!" He just looked at me and said, "Oh really? Nothing to be thankful for? That's just ridiculous, you have plenty to be thankful for and you need quit this". Then he got up and left.

  At first I got mad because I mean, I had been through an ordeal. I felt entitled to my sadness. But Trent doesn't pull stuff like that unless he means business so I really had to think about it. I am not the first nor the last women to go through a miscarriage and big life changes. I had plenty to be thankful for and at the top of the list was a husband who would love me, be honest with me, care for me and love our children. After that things got a lot better because my attitude got better. Sure, sometimes I will still cry because I am not pregnant and those plans have been put on hold but I know we're where we're supposed to be.

  I am hoping to post a little more on here. I tried posting photos on another blog I started for a while but soon got sick of it because I'm not a photographer and I was also trying to make myself like Hawaii. Now I definitely appreciate being here although I know it's not where we're going to end up. This is a short stay and I intend to have fun while we're here!