move to hawaii

My fiance and I are getting married in September. We live in LA, both have our whole lives, and HATE what the city has become; overcrowded, dirty, expensive, and exhausting! Everything is a task, going to the beach, going to the store, going to work. My family lives in Hawaii and the islands have always beckoned. Now it is time to go there and change our life. We both will go back to school, work, and start our lives together in our new home.

Next time I write here, it will be to record the completion of this goal.

For now, it is the scene at the end of the first season, and the second season is already in the works.

We had the drama, the dog drama. Our dog will be following us later. I cried. But it is going to be good for him. He is with my very good friend and her son, and they are delighted to have him. He is thrilled because he gets to roam their land and look after them.

What happened: his papers expired and we had to start fresh. When we come back at Thanksgiving, he will be ready for Hawaii and Hawaii for him.

And the house has just a little more to go. R got very ill and it has been so tough these last two weeks. He went river rafting and came back with something wrong. Still very tired. And I dropped a bed frame on my fingers and literally lost my grip for a couple of days. But we are doing better. And we leave day after tomorrow.

It has been so tough a time I booked us into a hotel at the airport the night before we leave, so we won’t miss our flight due to a traffic episode.

Tomorrow we sever our ties here with the internet, so until we are set up in Hawaii, I will drop in via cell phone.

A hui hou!

My wife and I are looking into moving to Hawaii. Any ideas where to begin, or advise?

Turns out we are not leaving Monday after all. The dog needs to go back to the vet first and get updated. And it turns out he can’t fly with us anyway as he goes on a cargo plane. And it costs big bucks. It turns out this move is expensive. Far easier to go without animals or possessions. But things are what they are, and the dog and the stuff come along.

Mr M has had the flu and that has been weird. He is on the mend and so far I seem to have avoided it. But it is a nasty one. He is usually amiable and kind, but the flu affected his personality. Made for a tough few days for both of us.

It turns out we can’t take extra baggage on the flight and can’t ship it cargo either, so now have too much stuff to bring along, and another dilemma. Sadly the stuff we are bringing is all the stuff we wanted right away, so… lots of work to figure out the shipping.

But we are moving to Hawaii before this week is over!

Tomorrow the furniture leaves. The next day we transfer the remainder of the stuff to various locations and clean, and the next day we finish cleaning and sleep somewhere, maybe the airbed.

Monday we get on the plane and Monday we will have moved to Hawaii.

My boyfriend is going to be stationed there for the Army, so I plan on moving there to be closer to him!

My dream is to live in Hilo. I originally planned to move there with my youngest daughter Lydia, after my oldest daughter graduates(she doesn’t want to change schools anymore)I have a bit of wanderlust and never stay anywhere too long. Even though my Lydie passed away in 2007, I still dream of living there. Summer 2012 is the plan.

I will be visiting Hilo for a week next month.

I estimated we would have about 30 boxes to ship, thinking there would be the Christmas ornaments (3 boxes) and the clothes and some books and kitchen stuff.

As it happens there is not only my husband’s beloved garage with its esoteric boy stuff, but he is attached to all these blue metal (copper, that would be) pots for the orchids. He reminded me that we do keep orchids inside in Hawaii. And the pots nest for packing. Sort of.

I say this because he is similarly attached to the stack of magazines we have accumulated with beautiful photos in them (surely perfect donation material) and the garden gong. I sold off a table and chair set for half what I otherwise would have because he was beginning to spend time polishing it and talking about how wonderful it would be somewhere over there. “somewhere” is not a location when we are talking about a treehouse with the furniture built in except for a pair of bar chairs. I find myself in an odd role here. It is virtually certain that once everything arrives on the island, Mr M will pull it out of the container and exclaim “Why did we keep all this stuff?”

And still the boxes are now consuming a space the size of an elephant cage.

On the upside, we did get three file cabinets we have lugged from move to move, full of papers, emptied, and donated.

I just tell myself I do not really need to know what is in those boxes, and if it matters so much to him to keep all this stuff, so be it. There will be garage shelving there as well.

Mr M keeps deciding more stuff needs to come along. He must have a secret house over there I don’t know about.

Ok, I am not sure what it is about Hawaii that’s pulling me there. I have never been to Hawaii. I watched “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” (again!) several nights ago and all sorts of ideas and images floated around my head. I can see myself connecting with the spiritual essence that lies on the islands of Hawaii. It’s paradise I can lose and find myself in. I don’t know if it’s just myself craving the energy of the Pacific Ocean once again because I was born on the islands and spent some of my childhood years or some other reason. But I long to be westward bound.