Day one of paradise

Waking up in paradise comes early.  Like 4 am early.  With no a/c at our "resort" ( I use that term very, very loosely) the windows were open and even if we hadn't woken up early because of jet lag we would have by 5 am due to the birds.  Who knew birds in Hawaii were so loud?  Maybe because there is so many of them?  Maybe because we are used to our windows closed in the summer with our a/c blasting and we don't notice?  Who knows.  I only know that I haven't slept much since we moved here because the birds are so loud and I swear the sun rises earlier and it is brighter.  Not to mention the chickens.  There are chickens everywhere in Hawaii.  And I mean everywhere.  In the Walmart parking lot, in our hotel parking lot, along the highways, in our backyard.  There is a very confused rooster who lives in our backyard who wakes you up at the crack of dawn and continues to crow for hours.  Sometimes he stops, for a bit, just enough for you to fall back to sleep, then he remembers his job and gets back to it, loudly.  Kyle says he has figured out how to shut him up.  He says you have to go look at him in the eye so he knows you are awake then he will shut up.  So a few mornings I have seen a sleepy eyed Kyle walk outside and stare into the backyard.  "Our" rooster also crows in the afternoon and the evening.  He apparently doesn't want us to miss out on only hearing that cock-a-doodle-doo in the wee hours of the morning.  How considerate of him.

 On our first day we also discovered the painful truth of how expensive Hawaii really is.  (And yes Jason was back from a trip to the grocery store by 6:20 am - those roosters don't fool around)  You are looking at $44 worth of groceries.  Ouch.

 Our "resort" was small, but clean and a place to call home as we navigated our new state.  It had gorgeous mountain views and was just steps away from the water.  We got on each others nerves a lot being so packed into a small space and were all grumpy because of lack of sleep, but every problem was a first world problem and we tried to remind ourselves of that daily.

 Kyle was not happy about the idea of taking a picture and it is written all over his face.  We really are such horrible parents, taking our kids down to the beach and making them pose for a picture.  Somehow he made it through this trial and lived to see another day.

Let's start at the very beginning...

I wrote this quickly to get it all down and just to start somewhere.  So excuse my mistakes and lack of interesting topics and dialogue.  :)

On Sunday, June 15th, 2014 my parents drove us to Baltimore MD to get a hotel for us to catch our early morning flight to Hawaii.  Our new home for the next 3 years.  We had been "moving" for almost a month already.  Our moving journey really started May 15th.  Early that morning Jason and I dropped kids off at helpful neighbors houses and we drove 7 hours to Baltimore to drop off my car in hopes that by shipping it a month early, it would be waiting for us in Hawaii and we wouldn't have to rent a car.   We had 2 different babysitters lined up for that weekend, and just the logistics of that alone took me a week to figure out.  We shipped our car and my mom, Josh and Lindsey picked us up in Quantico, VA and drove us back to NC.  My mom took all 3 kids and Leonidas (our dog) back up to PA and I started prepping the house to move.  Due to the holiday weekend our movers started packing on Friday, May 23rd, took a break for the weekend and  finished up on the 27th.  We lived among boxes until they picked it all up on May 29th.  We had our final inspection for base housing on May 30th and said goodbye to the town we have called home for 4 1/2 years.  It wasn't easy and I cried, a lot.

 I loved our house on base.  It was a great place to live and will always hold a special place in my heart.

Everything we owned fit into 11 crates that would be shipped to Hawaii.  Each piece of furniture had to be taken apart in order to fit in crates.  

Trying to figure out what to pack to live with until our shipment of household goods arrived (we didn't know how long it would take and if we would have a house to receive it when it did arrive) so packing was a challenge.  This is what I ended up with.  12 pieces.  Amazing how much stuff we need, yet how much we can live without. 

 Saying goodbye to our family dog, Leonidas, was just as hard as I thought it would be.  He was family and I couldn't explain why we had to leave him.  The suitcases made him anxious and I know he expected us to take him in the car like we always do when he  sees the suitcases piled up.He is doing well and loves his PA family, but we really miss him.

Especially Ryleigh, Leonidas was her sleeping buddy and bedtime here has been hard without him.

Our first flight on June 15th was from BWI to Denver.  Our flight was at 7:30 am.  We were up and moving by 4 am and caught the shuttle to BWI just before 5 am.  When we finally checked our luggage, it was a huge sigh of relief.  ALL of our stuff was on it's way to Hawaii now.  No more figuring out what to take and if it would fit.  We were on the finally on the last leg of this long moving process.

The kids did great on the flights.  Our almost 4 hour flight from Baltimore to Denver didn't seem too long.  The kids read and slept.  We had a layover in Denver, but only enough time to eat and take bathroom breaks.

After a LONG 7 hour flight from Denver to Honolulu, we arrived home.  Or what was now home, which has been lots of places for this family.  It didn't seem like home and we were cranky, hungry and tired.  It was 2:30 in the afternoon local time, but for us it was 8:30 and we were starting to drag.  Marine Corps friends that were already stationed in HI met us at the airport and that was a lifesaver.  They directed us to our rental car (our car did not make it despite our shipping it a month in advance), helped us find our way to food and to our hotel.   By the time we made it to bed we had been up for 22 hours.   It was a long Monday.

Back to blogging... I hope

We made a big move this year with lots of changes for our family.  Our life is now almost completely different then it was just 3 months ago.  We moved 4,859 miles away from the good ole' south to a tropical island.  Jason is now with a squadron (air side) in the Marine Corps after almost 18 years working on the ground side.  He is learning a whole new job.  We are in a different time zone, which means we don't get to talk to family much and we like talking to family.  Helps us feel not so far away.  So not only are we REALLY far away, we feel far away.  We have a dog, but we couldn't bring him.  It wasn't easy leaving a family member behind, even though he is in good hands and happy with family.  Our kids have always gone to public school and we have liked and thrived in this environment.  We are about to embark on homeschooling all three kids (this scares me almost to the point of feeling crazy).   We are used to a yard, sidewalks and space.  Here we use the beach for a yard and we can hear our neighbors conversations we are so close.  We are embracing the change, but change is hard.  The kids miss their friends, I miss my friends.   Yes, we live in a tropical paradise and I get to look at the ocean every single day.  I am blessed by this.  But guess what?  My kids still fight in paradise!  So I might be looking at the water as they fight, but I still happens.  We still have bills to pay (and boy are they higher in paradise) and meals to cook and laundry to do.   Life is life, not matter where you live.

I'm going to try and pick up blogging again.  Since I don't get to talk to family much and my family is a large one at that, this might be the easiest way to keep them up to date on what is going on without clogging up everyones Facebook news feed.  If they want to read they can, if they don't they don't have to.  Plus, I want to remember these next 3 years here and document our adventures.  We've been given a chance of a lifetime to live here and embrace the culture, so here's hoping I can stick with this blog and record the next 3 years.