Friends of ours are leaving Hawaii, returning to upstate New York. Now they live in Kualoa, right across the shallow bay from Mokoli‘i, more often called Chinaman’s Hat. The two children attended school with our daughter this year, and we grew close riding the rollercoaster that seven-year-olds cling to. Moving happens. Moving from Hawaii happens often. People say they’ll visit, but only seldom do they, and you just need to feel grateful for what you had. I am.