We made it to Alaska!

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So we finally arrived in Fairbanks just after midnight last Friday night.

I mean last Saturday morning.

Oh, whatever! It’s light most of the time here and it’s difficult to tell what time of day it is.

Even at 12:45 am, the sky was not really dark. It seemed to be more of an extended twilight time for a few hours, waiting for sunrise.

The airport was quite busy at that time, oddly enough, filled with excited people going on once-in-a-lifetime Alaska cruise vacations.

We were less excited, with our tired kids and our twelve suitcases, not counting carry-on baggage.

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Little Girl commented as we stepped outside into the not-really dark of summer late-night in Alaska: “Why is the air conditioner on outside?”

Oh, child. They’re about to turn that A/C waaaay up…

Our Moving Adventure: In The Middle

We are in the transition phase of our move right now, between houses.

Or, putting it less charitably, we’re currently homeless.

Therefore we are bumming off of– I mean visiting –relatives in Alabama.

This is the life, right?
This is the life, right?

 We had some trouble getting our orders processed back in Hawaii. (That’s a long and boring story that boils down to: the Army is no good at pushing paper even though the process of paper-pushing is about 75% of the Army’s actual job.)

As a result of this delay, we received our paperwork for moving late in May, and could not schedule the movers until late June. So the kids and I left my husband behind in Hawaii to supervise the moving process.

We’d been away for a couple of weeks when Little Girl begged to talk to her father on the phone.

 “Aw, how cute!” I thought. “She misses her daddy.” I gave her the phone.

“Daddy?” she said. “Is my room okay? How’s my stuff doing? Did the movers pack it yet?”

 Oh well. She misses her daddy, sure. But she misses her stuff more!

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Our Moving Adventure Begins

We are in the process of moving from Hawaii to Alaska. (I know– it seems like a cruel contrast! Take it up with the Army.)

The adventure has begun with the shipping of the car. The car is old and has a few scratches and dings, as indicated on this form given to us by the shipping company:

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Really. This is the actual form.

It might have been faster if they’d done it this way:

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Gee. I wonder if we can claim any damages?