six days

I will always remember our “welcome” to Erne Avenue. It was one of our first days on the island. We were busily unpacking our things when the doorbell rang. It was our neighbor, Charron, inviting us over for a beer. She told us that she lived across the street and that whenever we were ready for a break, that we should come over.

So we did.

It was there that we met her boyfriend, Jasen. And our other neighbors, Jenny & Steve. We spent the rest of the afternoon drinking beers, swinging in the hammock and getting to know each other.

It was then that I knew life on Erne was going to be good.

erne ave, ewa beach

The group of us became really close and we always had a good time when we were together. It was so awesome having a great bunch of people within walking distance. We had a great thing going – it felt like we won the neighbor lottery.

Two years later, we are the last ones standing. Everyone has moved away for various reasons and new families have moved into the houses our friends left behind. Although I will miss our sleepy little street, I almost feel like it’s time for us to move on too.

I like to imagine that the next people to live in our little blue house will become great friends with their new neighbors and that the cycle will repeat itself – like there is some weird little triangular connection between our houses. A girl can dream, right?

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