Mainlander: my grocery store had POG juice, it meant so much to me.

- Was on my usual grocery run, was walking by the cold section and then I saw it, the classic large red carton. There was only one. I didn't care that it was $9.99 and not at all in my grocery budget.

- Got home, poured a glass, and the moment I smelled it all the memories flooded in. They say scent is one of the strongest triggers for memories and they weren't kidding. My mother is on her death bed and all these memories of her and I on the beach, me pulling her along on her floaty snorkeling because she's not a good swimmer searching for a honu (I'm killer at finding them for some reason), pulling her along searching for moorish idols because they're her favorite fish. I miss Maui so much. I miss front st so much and it still pains me so much how much those in Lahaina had to suffer. I adopted my cat from Maui and he was found after the fires.

- Insane how a glass of juice could just about make me cry.