About Megan
Aloha! I’m Megan! I’m a lover of all things colorful and vintage. Secretly a mermaid. Shell huntress. Flower gatherer and scavenger. I’m looking for the wild in the everyday. There is a good chance if I’m not shell hunting or wrangling flowers home from the farmers market, you can find me with a mug of coffee and a trashy romance novel in a cozy (but colorful) corner of my home.
Hilo, Hawaii
I grew up in the very sleepy but incredibly lush Hilo Town. When I think about home and my childhood I’m filled with the most profound sense of gratitude. How blessed I am that I was able to grow up in a place so inherently filled with magic that it seeps between your toes when you walk through the grass barefoot? Hilo taught me how to be warm and kind, the importance of caring for the land and protecting places that matter, the value of community and, how to have fun. When I think of Hilo I think of greens of all kinds in a tangled up mess of jungle, so many flowers it isn’t even funny, fresh fruit, the crescent shores of our iconic bay, Mauna Kea who guides our way, Madame Pele who keeps things lively, rocky and regal coastlines that aren’t for the faint of heart and the best garage parties in the Pacific. My people live in Hilo - the ones who know me at my best and worst and love me anyways. Hilo will always be where I call home and where I go when I need to ‘fill back up’.
Oceania
After graduating from High School I attended a Maritime Academy and began a career at sea. I worked on the water for 13 years before taking a shoreside position. How to put into words how the ocean changed me isn’t possible. As I wrote that I teared up because the sea will forever and always be my biggest teacher, friend and love. Being a sailor taught me how to sink or swim, took me to the far reaches of the world and filled something in me I didn’t know was missing. Working shoreside has once again taught me how to sink or swim but, there will always be a part of me that longs for a clear, crisp horizon and a mug of coffee on the bridge wing.
The Wide World
I went out and saw the world. I will forever and always be proud of that. Milk tea out of plastic bag with a straw in Singapore. Rose pudding in Estonia. The slippery streets of Novorossiysk, Russia…Uggs are not ideal for icy conditions. Trying to fit all our luggage into a tiny car in Pape’ete. Monkeys and Hikes and Friends and Good Juju in Nepal. Grilled eel in South Korea. The absolute best uni in Okinawa. Sorry. Lots of my memories are about food. Hiking in Zion National Park. Picking berries on Sable Island. A bon fire with lobster on Matinicus. Watermelon and Mezcal in Mexico. Shelling in Uluwatu, Bali with my Mom. I could go on forever. Each memory evokes a feeling and a profound sense of how tiny we are in comparison to this wild wild world. There are so many of us in such diverse places, and yet, we’re all living this universal experience of trying to find ourselves. We’re all trying to make a buck. We’re all trying to be who our family needs. We’re all proud of where we call home. Here’s the thing. Love. It’s everywhere.
O’ahu, Hawaii
I’ve made a home for myself on the gorgeous island of O’ahu. I didn’t have much appreciation for O’ahu in my younger years but, as an adult it’s begun to feel like home away from home. The beaches are unparalled. I can find puka shells. There’s some nightlife. I’ve reconnected with old friends and family and forged a community for myself. The Ko’olau’s stand guard over the town I live in and the beach is a short walk. I’m blessed to call such a magical place home…even if there is more traffic than Hilo ;)