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The Next Chapter

Updated: Sep 18, 2022

On May 22nd our childhood home in OTA camp Waipahu came crumbling down. My brothers stood and watched, as I viewed via facetime. My heart was aching… I was emotional, I can’t describe this feeling. I was actually losing my breathe and my stomach felt sick. I sat in my car to watch for a few minutes then realized that all my childhood memories were not STUCK in that home, they were in me, but my tears could not stop flowing. My memories will never leave my soul. That home may have disappeared physically but not in my mind. I am still working thru this departure and I am sure that when I return home to Hawaii I will be in my emotional, unstable state of mind. This feeling won't last forever… but it is very fresh and current. Stay tuned for my visit home….

Thank you for reading my emotional post and to my friends that sent me text and calls on this day… I love you

Thank you to my brothers and my family for taking the time to stand there and make sure it all ran smooth, take photos and document this event.




Holomua / Progress


My first visit home to 94085 Leowaena was very emotional, I was a bit anxious and somewhat scared. When I finally drove up to my property I wanted to cry. My brother was there standing and waiting for me with a smile on his face, he said " There it is BARE BONES". I reached down to touch the dirt. I felt at peace... I let out a big breath of "Finally". I knew we would have work to do while I was there and this was not going to be a ordinary VACAY. The next few days I dug, raked, pulled weeds, dragged trash bags and created a garden. We needed to put up a fence to keep the neighborhood kids and squatters out. I met with the surveyor to reclaim portions of my land. We then planned and executed the move of the tiny house, that alone was a task... it took 6 men to roll, push and navigate the tiny house 5 feet away from the neighbors and 10 feet away from the front yard. My brothers, my husband and friends in tow, dug the holes to cement the pipes... I thought I should be the supervisor at this point because I was not going to dig. We were there from 8am to 8pm, the Ohana decided to party and have a good time, they earned it. We still have so much to do in Ota Camp. I feel like I didn't have enough time to finish what I wanted to do. We have plans to build a plantation style home for family in the upcoming year. In the mean time small steps is better then no steps.


Every one needs a house to live in, but a supportive Ohana is what builds a home. Thank you to all the hands that helped. I am truly blessed to have the most supportive Ohana.





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