We’ve stretched our original one-two years in Hawaii into nearly three, but it’s finally time to go home. I’ve spent the last month mourning the end of this adventure and anticipating life back in the country, but mostly, trying to figure out how in the world we acquired so much stuff. We may have come here with only eight suitcases, but the stack to go home? Decidedly bigger.
Of course, we are taking home FIVE ‘ukuleles, an electric guitar, and a drum set that have all joined the family since we’ve come. It’s certainly been a musical few years.
We have two more weeks before we fly out. Thankfully, I turned in the final edits for my medieval book yesterday. I can now focus on all it takes to move across the Pacific and arrange as many hikes and beach visits as possible.
Despite the tears that I know will be shed over the next couple of weeks, in the words of my 15-year-old, “I’m so glad we did this!” So glad.
Not June Cleaver said,
April 25, 2008 @ 9:42 am
Oh darn! I don’t get to visit you in Hawaii. Not that I’ll ever actually go to Hawaii, but gee it would have been nice to see you there.