A Few Extra Thoughts

We have been here a month and a week. It’s not like I sit around and count the days because they pass so obviously, it’s just that I’m eager for it to be two months, then three months, etc.—it’s more impressive than “a little more than a month.” I'm getting very used to living here.

There is something about Hawaii that makes me hungry all the time. Maybe it’s the sun and fresh air, ‘cause I’m not that much more active than I was in MN. It could also be the abundance of amazing places to eat, especially fabulous fish restaurants. The only money I’ve spent on myself so far (besides the boogie board, batik, and necessary things like trash cans and lamps) is for eating out. And I’ve really begun to enjoy cooking, maybe because it’s more motivating to cook for two than for one. Nothing fancy, but let’s just say I’m branching out beyond scrambled eggs. My mom will be proud.

We figured out that the garbage trucks that come every night are actually gas trucks stopping by the Chevron station directly out our front door. No wonder they come every night at the most ungodly hour. And they are sooooooooo loud.