The thing I have missed and still miss from my old life is my house in Kauai. As much as it was hard work and as much as we had to periodically deal with noisy neighbors, I loved that house and loved that island. It was my sanctuary, my place of respite from my busy urban life in San Francisco. I’m fortunate I had five good years with the property – lots of good memories with the family and friends we hosted there and lots of local friends made. I look forward to going back someday.
When Bruce & I started our property search, we were advised to set our intentions in writing, so on our big white board we put down our list. The very first item on the list was ‘we want something as beautiful as Hale Makeleha, our house in Kauai’ and we had drawn a picture of the mountains with the stream running down it that we so often watched for hours from the back deck. The white board was placed in a spare room which we called The Room of Intention and periodically over the months we went in to glance at it. And slowly it was forgotten as we became busy with other things.
So, a few weeks back out in Wainui, on a warm summer’s day, some visiting friends got us down to the beach for the first time. It was a glorious day with blue skies, small waves lapping into shore, and a few folks snorkeling around the kelp beds. Verdant green volcanic hills surrounded us. As we were taking some photographs, it occurred to us that this was our Kauai. The beach scene totally reminded us of being at Hanalei Bay.
We’ve recreated it, improved on it. The property and location we have secured for ourselves in Wainui Valley has much in common with Hale Makeleha (hawaiian for ‘eyes looking about in astonishment and wonder’); even the name is appropriate. It’s actually quite uncanny.
And only a few, few negatives:
This is my Kauai. This is going to be the sanctuary I set out to find so many years ago. For all of you who made it to Kauai and enjoyed yourselves, I guarantee you’ll like it here even more. Come to my Kauai.