Hawaii's my Home?

   Hawaii to me is still not home. Its just so surreal. Thinking that one day our "vacation" will be over and we will be heading back home to snowy Ohio. Going back to the same routine that we had done for that past 5 years together. Wake up, head to work, get off late, quickly make dinner, then sleep and do the same thing the next day.
   I still turn to Mike as we drive through this beautiful place and ask him (being silly) where are we right now? I don't think I will ever stop pointing out that there is a mountain right in front of us, or that I am wearing shorts in November. It just amazes me that we were so lucky to be able to be sent here.
  We have started to talk about the upcoming possibility of things that might change if certain things don't work out. We still would be very thankful to the Marine Corps and feel very fulfilled because of this trip.  The schooling possibility's and the options of our new address is something that is being thought of but there are still so many what if's in the equation.
   Trying to take in this whole island (and other ones too) and feeling like the time is flying bye scares me. I do not want any time here taken for granted. I hear numerous times at work that so many lady's hate it here. I do understand that they miss their family but there are so many people that would trade places with them in a heart beat that would actually enjoy this experience. People spend their life savings on a 2 week trip here...and we live here! I want to shake them but I do understand that this "life" isn't for everyone.
   One of these day's maybe I will wake up and realize that it is not a dream and that I actually live in the 808 area code but as of now I will continue to try to rush and do as much as I can because it might be over at any day.