Prologue: Packing up and Moving out

"Don't forget to pack your ball glove." That was one of many of the genius suggestions my dear boyfriend gave me before beginning to pack. This was later followed by an ambiguous phone call: "Hard ball or soft ball?" "What?" "Hard ball or soft ball!?" "Brian, I'm pretty sure we can buy balls in Australia." "Ok, but just answer my question." "Hard ball, it takes up less space." "I like the way you think!" Sigh. So here I am, currently in Honolulu and I keep unearthing some of Brian's erm, wise packing choices. Thus far I have found: two ball gloves, a hard ball, two tennis rackets, a tennis ball, a how-to play harmonica book with a harmonica included, orange marking tape (for hiking), a really ugly Australian bush hat, and even uglier crocs (those stupid shoes that I hate). And just now, just at this moment, Brian brought out a elephant-shaped pencil holder that we absolutely needed for our house. Of course. This is going to be an interesting year.

As far as packing goes, mine was last minute and flustered. My final days before leaving were filled with errands and goodbyes and packing kept getting pushed aside. I did get it done (down to the wire) and I think I have almost everything. I guess I'll find out for sure when I unpack. But don't worry, I have about 55 pairs of shoes, and really, what else do you need? (Right Dad?)