I have this vague memory of talking to G in one of those speculative conversations that are supposed to be crazy hypotheticals ... like ... what if our house was made of candy!? that involved us, one day, living between both of our countries on an island that fell roughly in the middle. When we got married I was 22 and probably more interested in the candy house scenario than its geographic location, but I don't think either of us could have truly imagined that we would end up in Hawaii ... yet here we are.
We have been here for about a week. This is the account of our adventure ... me, G, our three children, GL, L and S, and Super O, the chihuahua ... as we move our little family to a little house on a little island.
Thanks for joining us on the ride ... xo