Just found out yesterday I'm moving to Hawaii in February.
Oh my Lord.

What else can you really say to that?

Basically my boyfriend is going to be stationed at Pearl Harbor on O'ahu, Hawaii.
28 hours ago I didn't even know how to say "O'ahu." Well...okay maybe I knew how to say that.

But I didn't even know what "Mahalo" meant. I just remembered that they kept saying it in "Forgetting Sarah Marshall."

So in the last day since we found out, I have already watched a show and a half about Hawaii on the travel channel, have been trying to memorize how to do my vowel pronunciations in Hawaiian, just learned how to spell "Hawaiian," and already picked out a new waterproof digital camera that I'm hoping I can talk my mom into buying me in an effort to keep better in touch with her when I move some 3,000 miles away and like 6 hours time difference from the east coast.(I think it's 6 hours- there's another one to look up).

Anyways, I am hoping the idea about the camera and the staying in touch idea will cushion the blow of her baby girl who is probably of a birthing age moving super far away. Nooootttt that I plan on having kids anytime soon. But, well, you know moms.

No one besides my closest friends know the news yet. We're waiting for written orders so that I don't start bragging about moving to a tropical paradise only to be last minute changed to rainy Washington state or somewhereintheboonies, Connneticut. (I don't even know how to spell Connecttticut. I don't want to learn. I'd rather learn Hawaiian. Spellproof be damned.)

So this is day one of my Island blog. I think it might be nice to blog about the move to Hawaii and of course- the actual island once we get there. Crossing fingers it doesn't change to Connnnictucettt!