The Saddest Day Ever
Our time is running out. We have 23 days and 17 hours until we leave Hawaii -- probably forever. This is sad, but it will not be the saddest day ever. The saddest day already happened. Last Tuesday I sold BOTH of my surfboards within the span of about 6 hours. Luckily, I was at work and JoAnna facilitated the sale with the two individuals who saw the boards posted on craigslist. I think I would have ended up grabbing the board out of the back of that truck and sprinting down the road (now, if you've ever tried even walking with an 8' surfboard in high winds, you'd know this would have been fun to watch).
So it was sad, but it also was a necessary step in moving on with our lives. You can't move 4300 miles (thanks google earth) without getting rid of some stuff...
3 comments:
We sold our Volvo last week...actually, John did. I was out of town. My being away was probably a good thing because I think I would have snatched the keys away from the soccer mom.
You have my sympathies.
Mandy
What's more remarkable is that the car is still running. It must have had in the neighborhood of 300k miles...
you sold your surf boards but when you move back you will be gaining an area rug from Target that you left in my care :) Looking forward to having you both back in Indy!
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