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 the journey.
The United States Post Services lies. I’m sure they don’t mean to. When they tell me something shipping priority on Saturday will get there on Tuesday, they probably have great faith in their system. Reports and analytical studies have proven their statistics. However…
From personal experience, anything they tell you is a lie. I’ve challenged them on it several times. No, Mr. Clerk, the box I’m sending to my daughter in Nome, Alaska will not be there in two days. Maybe a week, but most probably two. I know. You don’t. Stop believing in this sad, sad propaganda.
When we knew we’d sold our condo, no, before then, we started packing our stuff in boxes. Once Aaron and Holli arrived in Oahu, we shipped boxes to them in care of General Delivery. Parcel Post. We were told the boxes would start arriving August 20th. Lies. Today is the 23rd, we’ve received three boxes, two of them Priority. We had been using one pan we bought used from Goodwill to cook with until we got a microwave yesterday.
Between us, there are about twenty boxes en-route. Every delivery is a big deal. It’s sad but exciting when we open a box filled with Scotch tape, markers and Q-tips. Valuable stuff.
Of course, the first things we shipped have the least value in day-to-day living. I don’t think receiving seven years of tax returns will bring as much joy as getting our pillows.
Eventually, everything will get here. It’s just hard living without “stuff.”
And, Post Office? As they say in the South – Bless your heart.
Cheryl, no longer on the roadby