I missed Maui from the moment I sat down in the shuttle on the way back to the airport. I was glad to have sat the back seat. I was also glad the sun had set because I sat in the dark back corner of the shuttle quietly crying, wishing I didn't have to go back to my regularly scheduled life.
Now back on the mainland, I'm not crying on the outside but I'm screaming on the inside. This is what I look like when I'm screaming on the inside: