Moving means no computer. I haven’t downloaded pictures since early May. My Facebook posts even seem to be slowing down. Our little Ohana hasn’t slowed down much though.

We made it to our new house. We visited with Hawaii friends and when we found out our stuff would be delayed almost three weeks past the last day it was supposed to be delivered, well we hightailed it to Grandma’s.

I’ve gotten several notes asking about our transition. The kids are awesome. They are enjoying their summer in KY. I think Arleigh is probably staying up too late talking to friends in all the various time zones. Hanan is enjoying planning and designing her new room. Bria is soaking up Grandma and as much attention as she can get. Jack is just happy to have toys and Legos again. Poor Ray is stuck in an empty house taking care of the puppies. I’m handling the transition better than I thought I would. The slower pace of summer here sure helps.

I’ll admit that our last few days in Hawaii and our first few in Virginia I spent fighting off tears. This pretty much sums up everything I was feeling…

  
And maybe we can spread a little aloha.

There have been adjustments. The traffic in Hawaii is awful but I can totally ride out Kam traffic with my radio on and window down. Traffic in DC is frantic. Drivers are mostly rude. I learned that I should just take back roads pretty quickly.

On our long drive home the big girls and I talked about how things were changing. They’ve lost some freedom. They are going to have to be more aware of their surroundings. It makes me sad but it’s just another something to get used to.

The news on the mainland is hard. I think social media makes it worse. I thought about texting my buddy Lillian. The kids and I have had hard conversations about race. They were definitely the minority at their school. They felt a little ribbing and there were a couple of downright mean kids that they had to deal with. Please understand before I say this that we spent the last 3 years in a very different demographic and very different culture. One of my kids said, “Mom, do black people not like white people here?” This was not a question I was ready for. She was right to ask it. On more than one occasion we felt a thick tension hanging in the air. We tried to talk it out. “It seems like people look at me differently.” “I feel like they are waiting for me to be mean.” “It’s just different.” Are all things that came out of those hard conversations. There were conversations when I clearly didn’t have any answers.

Can I just say mainland, you need to find some freaking aloha and we all need to just get along and quit trying to find things to be mad about. The country is acting like a bunch of kids that have been stuck in a car too long. Everybody is looking to make sure they have at least their fair share or worse to make sure they have the most without ever bothering to see if their neighbor has enough. 

It’s been hard coming home for other reasons too this time. Jack walks around the house saying, “Where’s my Grandpa?” The kids weren’t able to come to Ned’s funeral and didn’t have the same closure I had. Nothing is the same without Grandpa. Being here makes Tye’s absence that much more real too. 

I’m always missing them but I try to make sure we soak up everyone else. Here are a few pictures of our last week in Kentucky.

   
    
    
    
    
    
 
I’d say if you have to leave Hawaii, there are worse places to be.