Eugene Cho

bye bye hawaii

I’ll miss you Hawaii.  But Gray, Wind, Cloudy, and Rain are waiting for me in Seattle and interestingly enough, I miss them too.  I must be crazy.

Till next time Hawaii…

[photo taken from the North Shore area of Oahu…]


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3 Responses

  1. Jezla says:

    There are many beautiful places in this world, but as the saying goes, “Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”

    Have a safe trip back.

  2. DH says:

    Umm, you’ll see plenty of your old friends Gray, Windy, Cloudy, and Rainy!

  3. Janet says:

    The picture looks like a postcard. Hope you and your family had a great time. Seattle awaits you.

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