And so it goes

We are off.

In just a few weeks we leave paradise (of the Hawaiian variety) and head East. Home to New England. To an old farmhouse and a new life and a very different climate.

To answer your questions:
The food truck (Gypsy Maui Coffee) stays here
The husband stays here too (he'll be back and forth, but based on Maui for work)
The children are all coming with me and starting new schools.
Yes, even Ella.
We are planning to sell the Maui house
We are planning to buy a house in New England
I am beginning a new life - working for Sseko Designs, and looking for a job in media.
I have no idea what I am doing.
I have no idea why I am moving mid-winter from Maui to New England.

And that, my gentle reader, is where this blog begins. Part therapy, part road map.
I miss road maps.

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