…slumped over the desk at my audit work room on the corner of 46th & Park. Everyone in the city who is from Hawaii has gone. To the warm. To the, sob, beach. To the Ala Moana Food Court. Waialae Avenue. Okazuyas.
I miss. Driving home to the Manoa Valley. Andy’s sandwiches. My grandma. Okoshi. The Kahala Mall Long’s. Bentos. Lunch with my mom. Bank of Hawaii. Curry House. Ani’s Sweetbread. Peaceful mornings alone with chow funn. Taro Rolls. The bestest bread pudding in the world. KCC Farmers market. Chinatown. Ohta Wafers. Bughughuhgu. I even miss the H1 Freeway. And the long Kapiolani Blvd exit off-ramp. One char siu bao, please.