When I moved to Hawaii for the second time, as a staff nurse, not a traveling nurse,
I decided that I was going to live right.
No apartment with snotty old roommates,
no riding the bus,
no more hitchhiking
So, I shipped my car over and went in search of the best darn place I could find.
You know the real estate saying…
Location, location, location.
Well, I took that seriously!
I got a place at the base of beautiful
It was so lovely there.
Lush tropical setting.
My own private beach.
(Yes, I am serious)
Well, actually I did share it with a few neighbors, but it was MINE!
And I had rich and famous neighbors .
Like a guy who played dorky G.P. on the Andy Griffith show.
We had dinner parties
(Ok, maybe not)
Most days, I would take a walk around MY volcanoe
There was only one downside to my new place…
View from my kitchen( note furniture: futon, coffee table, side table, and mini dining set. All in the same room as the kitchen!)
I lived in the basement apartment of a wonderful estate and my rent was astronomical.
But I loved it!
Yep, it was my own little paradise.
While I was looking for the photos of my tiny apartment
~Oh to be that thin again~