She wants sex daily. She’s the girl who throws her life away to move across the world to be a barista in Hawaiʻi, a state she’s only visited twice in her life. She gets wine drunk on the plane. She’s not afraid to ask strangers for help. She has no idea what she’s doing with her life, and she’s ok with that. right?

Ah, Hawaiʻi, the Aloha State. The rainbow state. A new home. The place to be. She was on an island hopping boat cruise in the Mediterranean Sea when she finally committed to her move to Hawaiʻi. Her tickets were booked. She was excited and terrified, but hell, it was happening. She was determined.

“(Inertia) my friends say they’re quitting this week to chase down their dreams, they’re probably bluffin’. ... I was gonna save the planet, but today, I got plans. I guess this is just what I am. I’m an object in motion, don’t ask where I’m going. ‘Cause where I am goin’ is right where I am (oh, man).”

October 2023 entry: Dear Diary,  I'm in paradise, but my acne sucks. Whenever I look in the mirror, I legit want to cry. Is this a sign? Should I just pack up and go home? Acne fucking sucks. I used to look in the mirror and feel so good, but now when I walk outside or talk to anyone, I just want to hide in a hole.