For the next few days, I expect that my writing here won’t be professional travel journalism at all. It will be more introspective and observational. This has been such a strange big circle. I didn’t expect to be sitting in the the lounge of Portland International Airport waiting for a flight to Hawai’i right now – on this day, June 14th 2017. I knew that I wanted to take my family to Hawai’i. I knew that our time on the Oregon Coast was winding down, but the rapidity of the changes taking place is more than a little befuddling. My intention had been to gradually get rid of everything we had accummulated over the summer and to leave Reedsport at the beginning of August – to go see the solar eclipse and then perhaps to drive our VW Vanagon to Arizona – explore the possibility of living there and either stay, go to central coast California, or go to Hawai’i. Or to take a madcap trip around the world while we looked for the perfect place to live – but that wasn’t what fate had intended. A series of circumstances led to me deciding that we needed to go to Hawai’i and once that decision was made – it was as if the universe had simply been waiting for a definite decision – the pace of events has been startling and for the most part, amazing. At the end of May, just a few weeks ago – me sitting here was not part of the plan. But suddenly, here I am…sitting in PDX – the very airport to which I flew from Hawai’i back in December of 2008. Last night, I had dinner with my friend Stephen – the guy who picked me up from this airport back then. I’m carrying the same bags, I have the same hat and sunglasses, and for all of that I’m not the same person at all. This trip has been astounding. Not just a trip around the world. A trip that led to me being a husband, a father, a business owner, a publisher, an entrepreneur and more. This has been life-changing. I didn’t think I would be flying from Portland, but it makes sense in a full circle kind of way. I know that this is the end of my trip. I know that the moment I walk off the plane in Honolulu, my trip is over. I’ve been carrying this hat around with me for nearly nine years…I’ve been saying that “Home is where I hang this hat”, I briefly hung it up in the Casbah of Sefrou and other than that – it has been waiting. I have my hat with me. I’m ready to hang it up. I’m ready to be home. This leg is about ending this trip. From the moment the plane lands – a new trip is beginning. I have a lot to do. I need to find a home for my family. I need to determine what work I will be doing from here on out. I need to come back to Oregon, transport our keepables to Oakland, get rid of everything else, bring my family to Hawai’i, and set about building our lives for the next nine year journey. I wonder where the next nine years will take us? Nine years from now, Sophia will be almost fifteen. I will be nearly fifty-five. Where will I be sitting then?