It’s May. Heaven help us all it’s May. We have officially crossed the threshold of the craziest time of year. This year in our little hale (and I can call it my little hale for at least 3 more weeks) things are particularly manic. I’ve been trying to find and store as much aloha as I can. We had a lovely visit with Uncle Mike, Aunt Sharon and Nana. In fact it was so much fun I couldn’t find the time to blog. Nana left on a Thursday and the movers came Monday. All of our things are in crates, weighed and being packaged for a boat ride to the east coast. In the middle of all this, we finished up Hanan’s play, Arleigh had a band concert and one last one coming up. There is a banquet for everything my kids do. Arleigh is going to participate in a “Rites of Passage.” (I think that’s what Intermediate graduation is called but now I’m thinking I might be wrong.) The soccer season is going to continue until the end of the school year. They changed his year’s schedule. I have kids that want to spend every last second with their friends. My kids have a Mom that wants to spend every last second at the beach. So long story short, we added moving to the already busiest time of year and the same goes for Ray’s work.

I should probably be surprised that we haven’t had more meltdowns. I made it through the pack out without tears. Even when the last nail went in the last crate and I equated it to a nail in a coffin…

  
As I’ve said to Ray 1,000 times, I know in my head it’s time to go for many reasons. COLA rates drop drastically the month after we leave. Arleigh is going to high school and most of her friends are going to different schools. It’s time for Ray to switch jobs. It’s always nice to get new eyes on Jack. We haven’t had our DC adventure yet. Traffic is soul crushing and expected to get worse over the next few years because of Hawaii’s rail project. I know it’s time to go. 

I’ve had my taste of aloha. I’m trying hard to remember that it’s better to have aloha and lost it than to not have aloha at all. I’m quite sure I have the opposite of island fever. I’m sure that’s a thing. It’s a thing right? Some sort of psychological disorder that requires island living…

I don’t go surf that often but knowing I can’t…

  
Well, there is no real way to express what I’m feeling. I’m excited for the next chapter and completely heartbroken to have to close the door. 

So the movers walked out. As they started their truck Bria brought in an envelope. It was an invitation to our friend’s daughter’s high school graduation. This was Madi and a little ears are infected Arleigh in Iceland… 


I saw that invitation and promptly burst into tears. Arleigh will be in high school next year. She will be leaving me all too soon. Everything is changing and I just want to hit the pause button. 

I’m not the only one having crisis moments. Last night having band, soccer and extra homework got the best of Arleigh. Did I mention May sucks? It’s too much. Teacher appreciation week, finals, banquets, field trips, end of the year parties for everything… I’m over here like where the heck is summer and why do I have to get dressed? By the way we have to finish that Hawaii bucket list like NOW.

Okay. My rant is over. No stuff in my house makes my day a bit easier. I’ll find my aloha and tell you about our lovely visit with family next week. Please tell me it’s crazy everywhere else too.