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!