Three Countries, nine hours, and a 17 hour layover later, I finally arrived in Honolulu. Since I sent my carry-on ahead with Sly, and since I was literally the only person on my flight who was not Chinese, I sailed right through immigration and customs. As I passed from one side of immigration to the other, the person stamping my passport said, “welcome home,” and I felt like my heart was going to burst for the tiniest of moments. After living overseas those words held even more meaning. I don’t think of Hawaii as my “home” in the states, but I definitely felt a feeling of ‘home’ being back in the U.S. for the first time in nearly eight months.
Now, to find Sly without the aid of any sort of communication device.