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Trying to come up with a sketch for a painting assignment inspired by this place. This is very hard because 1) I don’t paint. and 2) All I can do is look at the pictures and miss it.

*Pictures of Jeff swimming out to rescue my chapstick. I was sitting on a rock giggling.

I love this place so so much. I mentioned that Jeff and I flew out to the Marshall Islands over the summer of my eighteenth birthday (to visit his parents who were still living there at the time). I call Kwajalein “Jeff’s Island” because he lived there from junior high until college (what? how lucky is he?). Kwajalein is a tiny little island that is a completely different world than anywhere else I can imagine.

Vehicles are bikes. Leisurely afternoon activities include shark watching, snorkeling, sea turtle petting, or finding the biggest hill to ride down. The teensy grocery store is called surfway instead of safeway. Spam is sold in the vending machines. Cell phones don’t work and aren’t missed. Picnics and night swimming are regular occurrences.  The sunsets are spectacular. So are the stars. There is an outdoor theater that plays movies for free. The beaches are small and never crowded. When it rains, everyone just wears rain suits over their clothes and bikes wherever they need to go. Everything is so simple, and so perfect.

If Jeff lands a job out there we will be the happiest people in the world.