We've received a lot of kudos for chasing this dream. Much appreciated kudos. We put a lot of effort into this. Still are. Made some tough choices. Still are. We've also heard a lot of statements along the lines of "If only I could..." It made me think about how we define what is possible in our lives.
The time zone difference is harder than I anticipated. Mornings are my most productive time. I'm up with the sun, if not just before, as most of my friends and family are well into their morning routine. I slow up around lunchtime, brain ready for a break. By then, those that I would like to call are at the end of their work day, most likely prepping dinner.
I can't believe my second week is almost over. It feels like I've been here five minutes and my whole life at the same time. Husband and I have been stumbling into a routine. Sort of. We're not quite there, but the natural division of responsibilities is helping. We're very lucky to be a couple that can not only survive such close quarters, but actually enjoy the enormous amount of time we spend together in such circumstances. That's not to say a little more space wouldn't be a good thing for the long haul. We're working on that.
The marathon of island challenges has begun. One of the first things people will tell you about moving to an island is that you just have to roll with the punches. Along with the expense of location comes limited resources. Most run-of-the-mill challenges on the mainland can be easily handled. Frustrating and maybe time consuming, yes, but they can be handled. On an island, even one as developed as those you will find in Hawaii, challenges often have an added layer of complexity.
I had a very specific request from a person I am incredibly fond of for more pics of our humble abode. Because of my overwhelming fondness for this person, I felt compelled to address the request promptly. For us, it feels a lot like camping. The nature flows inside and out. Without further ado, here is a glimpse into our closet...er...accommodations.