My paternal grandmother took an annual trip to Hawaii for more than two decades. She and her husband stayed in the same room, in the same hotel, on the same island year after year. She would take a picture of the view from her room each year, enjoying the identical vista on print every time. They would go on the same sunset dinner cruise, year after year. She got to know certain waitresses at her favorite restaurants so well that eventually she would exchange gifts with them.

We’re staying at a resort condo-y thing in Maui, and everywhere I look, I see my grandmother’s Hawaii.