Update

So we finally have word on our apartment, and we will be able to move in after July 4th, which is later than we would have liked, but I am sure it won't matter in a month when we are settled in.  Erin actually starts at the hospital on June 26th, so she will be staying with family in and around Mew York until the apartment is ready.  

I will be shuttling back and forth between Connecticut and Manhattan getting things ready for the move.  My good friend Simon is going to be in New York for the next couple weeks, so I hope to spend some time with him in between carrying heavy boxes.  I would complain about the weather as well, but I am moving from Hawaii to New York, so what more is there to say about it.  We knew what we were in for, but that doesn't make it any more comfortable.

A Long Day (Part 4)

Last Friday at 9:30 AM we landed at Bradley International Airport, just north of Hartford, CT.  Thankfully, all of our bags also arrived in Hartford.  My father picked us up from the airport, and we went back to my parents house.  We promptly went to sleep.  Later that evening we woke up and had dinner, meatball grinders from Paradise Pizza.  You can't get a decent meatball grinder in Hawaii.  We were back, and the long day was over.  At least until the end of the month, when we move into our apartment in Manhattan.

A Long Day (Part 3)

We arrived on time to San Jose Airport.  We were unworried, as we had over an hour to catch our next flight.  Upon examining the board, we discovered our flight was not listed.  Another sign informed us we had to take a bus to Terminal C (we were in Terminal A) for Delta flights.  No problem, we still had 50 minutes.  

We followed to the bus, the realized that in order to catch the bus, we had to leave the terminal, go through baggage claim, and catch the bus outside the airport.   So now we had 45 minutes to catch a bus, get to the terminal, go through security (again) and get to our gate.  We had also hoped to get something to eat, but that looked unlikely.  

After walking through a parking garage and across the street, we found a bus.  Luckily, it was only a 5 minute bus ride to the next terminal.  There was not a long line for security, but we had to get rid of our water bottles.  So we were in the correct terminal, with 25 minutes until our flight.  We checked the boards, our flight was still not listed.  We checked every gate, but none of them listed a Delta flight to Atlanta.  Erin asked some Continental agents, who rudely refused to answer her question.  I finally found a Delta agent and checked with her to see which gate we were leaving from.   We finally found our gate with 5 minutes to spare.  Erin was even able to run and get some Burger King.  And we were on our way to the east coast.

A Long Day (Part 2)

Erin and I both shed tears as we watched the clear blue water of the Pacific get farther and farther away from us.






We thought of all the friends we had made on our island paradise, and hoped we would see them again soon.

Many of our friends are leaving as well, and things will never be the same. We will miss John and Angela, who are moving to Irvine, and we wouldn't have run into them at Dim Sum on Sunday mornings, or at Murphy's on First Fridays.


We will miss Christine, who always had smile and something cheery to say. We will miss Sera, and hope that the reunion she is attempting to organize at Disney World comes to fruition.



Wentai and Yoshie will be going to Japan soon, so no more Karaoke and Jack Daniels. No more golfing with Neal or Super soup with Maria and Kristen and Hygia.


There are really too many people to mention, and Erin and I had a long flight home to talk about them, think about them, miss them, and hope that we will keep in touch with them. We love our friends, and we loved our life in Hawaii.

A Long Day (Part 1)

We arrived at Honolulu International Airport roughly 75 minutes before our flight.  A rude attendant at the curbside check-in gave us our boarding passes.  Of course, I managed to lose mine somewhere between security and our gate.  Our flight had already started boarding at this point, so I sprinted all the way back to security, frantically searching the floor for my boarding pass.  Once I got there, out of breath and my flight leaving in 20 minutes, someone from TSA told me, "Oh, you can just have them print you out a new one at the gate."  Really?  Gee, thanks.  

Then I sprinted all the way back to the gate, where the airline representative handed me my boarding pass and said, "Oh, someone turned this in."  Erin and I were the last two people to get on the plane, which took off almost as soon as we sat down.  No matter, we had made it.  Nothing was left to do but look out the window and say aloha to Hawaii.