Have you been there? I’ve only been once. That one time was enough to change me forever. It hasn’t even been a year yet, but I feel longing each day to return.
This place was so pure and peaceful. No one was wearing shoes and pretty much everyone was walking around insisting that I “hang loose.” I’m not joking.
I took my four days in paradise to live like a beach bum. I drenched my hair in the cleansing salt water daily, and didn’t attempt to wash it. I rubbed my nails with sand and let the balmy salt air stick on my dry Arizona skin.
I removed all notifications from my phone and let my work emails stack up.
I woke up at the crack of dawn with my best friend to watch the sunrise, only to learn we were on the wrong side of the island.
I snorkeled in the warm ocean and canoodled with a few sea turtles.
I let my mind be at peace as I lay on the beach and soaked in the sun. I glanced around and didn’t feel anything but a desire never to leave. I was so far away from the world and the hustle and bustle of city life or the blistering hot Arizona sun.
I loved seeing that there was nothing but ocean for what seemed like forever.
No one can find me here.
For a brief time, I was me and my soul was home in a tropical oasis I didn’t know it was missing.
They say the other Islands have more to offer, but I seek after the mana I found in that small town.