For a girl who HATES, no seriously, HATES, flying, our 9 hour and 14 minute flight was quite enjoyable. Well, except for the part where I had to sit still for 9 hours and 14 minutes. Oh, and the massive cankles I had from sitting for 9 hours and 14 minutes. But other than that, it was great. No major freak outs, no white-knuckle gripping of the arm rests, no crying ‘help me, Jesus’ as we made the looooong trek over deep dark water.
Nevertheless, it’s good to be on the ground.
My travel companion was well behaved, which doesn’t surprise me. She’s an excellent traveler. We watched movies and ate cheese (smoked gouda tastes like bacon cheese) and crackers and biscoff cookies and drank lots of complimentary soda. And, that’s about it. The guy next to me slept nearly the entire time, which I find quite admirable. I tried to nap, but was quickly snapped back to the alertness when Caroline needed a snack.
So, we’re here.
Hawaii is as pretty as I remember it.
That’s the good stuff. We’re here, we’re safe, our skin is more supple than it was back in cold Virginia.
Our Thanksgiving was pretty unremarkable, which concluded with a rather unremarkable $100 dinner. We toured our new house, but first toured the brand new Safeway in our area with the brand new Starbucks inside.
Our house is in a pretty, tree lined subdivision. It has a red door.
It is small.
We will have to get rid of
some a lot of things.
I kind of like the idea of decluttering and streamlining. I just wish I had known this back in Virginia, so I could have decluttered and streamlined on that end. Perhaps then I wouldn’t have been awake since 2:15 this morning, pondering furniture placement. I shouldn’t be surprised; it always works this way. Ask any military wife and they’ll agree with me. You declutter before the move and then unpack at your new house, completely befuddled as to why you thought it wise to ship half the junk you shipped.
Our house is small, but that’s okay. The only thing I’m really baffled by is that there is not a wide drawer in the kitchen suitable for holding a silverware tray. We have short, deep drawers. No wide, shallow drawers. Who designed this kitchen?
Obviously someone who does not deem utensil storage a priority.
I am totally and completely torn up about this.
Do any of you have a suggestion for utensil storage other than Craig’s oh-so-helpful suggestion of using plastic silverware?
Time to get ready for the day. We’re off to do all the inprocessing junk required with each duty station change. Instead of elbowing people to reach for the doorbuster deals at Target, we’ll be filling out paperwork. But first…..more coffee!
Did I mention I’ve been up since 2:15 am?