The Road to Hawaii, or how we sold (almost) everything, quit our jobs and moved to Oahu, as told by one family who is experiencing it.
Awake at 4:30, too keyed up to sleep. After an early breakfast at Denny’s, we finished packing, purging and planning. One last trip to Goodwill and two to the post office. I think there are 3-4 boxes left. The car is groaning with the detritus of our Michigan life. I’ll have to purge more before we board our flight to Honolulu in ten days.
Dozens of forms later, we are officially homeless. It takes another two hours before the buyers finish their paperwork, then we pick up our check, only to discover their title company has included the realtor’s check in the same envelope! We backtrack from the credit union to our title company and deliver their part of the sale.
8-10-12 @ 3:39 p.m. our new life begins.
It rains all the way to the Michigan-Indiana border. Our GPS, “Maggie” is a little outdated, so we’re on the toll road for a mile, scrambling for sixty cents, our wallets empty of coins (except Canadian) because we went to the laundromat the night before and dumped the rest of our change at CoinStar.
South of Chicago on I-55, the land is flat, we can see for miles, little towns in the distance beckoning travelers. We pass a windfarm that goes on for miles, hundreds of blades turning lazily from the evening breeze, their movement hypnotic. Further down the road, gentle hills rise, and we catch sight of more blades dotting the horizon.
We stop for the night in McLaren, north of Springfield, home of Lincoln. Tonight we sleep in Kansas.by