A Rough Journey..

Thank you Shan-Diddy for getting me into this blogging thing. Love ya.

So, here we go. First off I would like to thank you all for reading my blog; this has been a long time coming. I actually don’t even know where to start. I figure I should catch everyone up so I’ll start in late November 2011.

Packing was awful. So many memories in the house and so little time to think about them. I was so fortunate to have the friends that I have.  Our friends did a surprise dinner for us one of the Sunday’s before we left. Generally, not a lot gets to me, but when we arrived at the restaurant and I saw everyone, I broke down. At this point I knew I had made a mistake by choosing to move. We had a great dinner and afterwards we all went back to Pish and Brandi’s and hung out almost all night. They gave us a picture with most of us (a few friends were not there) and then everyone signed it and it was taken by the Shan-Diddy who had become very special to me as well. One of the best gifts I have ever received. Knowing I was leaving I made it a point and they did to spend time together. I was having fun giving stuff away to my friends; it was kind of like leaving a piece of me behind. Amanda went away for Thanksgiving with Clayton, so Dad, Luca and myself stayed home and we had a wonderful Black Bear Tri Tip dinner (Luca had chicken fingers), and later that night I rolled a nice grape swish and walked down to Mike and Angie’s where I played MW3 for hours with Mike and his very cool brothers.  That weekend was our last weekend at the Bell Lounge. This is where I have made some of my best friends. So we went out on a Saturday night and we had a blast. Unfortunately I had a little too much fun and Tommy had to drive me home a little early, lol. During the next couple days we would have multiple friends in and out like the Whiteside’s, Kristin, Rita and Sharee, and other people that we care about. That Sunday my friend Dan came down from Grass Valley, and to my surprise we had a little get together at the house that night and mainly all the people I cared about were there. Dan, Julie and the kids, Lance, Brandi and the kids, James, Sara and the kids, Brett, Alycia, and Buga-boo, Mike and Angie, James B., Maddie, Casey (great Gentlemen Jack), Brooke and Oni, Ashley Z., Toby, Natasha and kids, TJ Bobbie and kids, and a few more. As the night went on I knew that it would eventually come to an end, and I tried to keep that thought out of my head. The next day I met up with my best friend Lance and we had our final lunch together, and had lots of laughs. Brett also stopped by and we had a nice visit out in the garage. That night we had more visitors, but that would be the end, due to we would leave that next morning. Leaving Redding that next morning was hard, and we ventured down to San Jose to see my sister and one funny night in a motel room with all of us.

Dec 1, 2011 was the day. We got to SFO got everything checked in and just waited. Before you knew it we were on a plane headed to what most call paradise. We got into Honolulu, and we were taken to our new home. Not impressed. Our house in Redding was twice the size, but our new views that I saw that next morning made up for it. So this is where it starts to get a little funny and shitty at the same time. I was ready to flip houses like I was told and make the big money so that I could open a bar here in Honolulu. My aunt changed her mind. Now she just wanted me to work around her vacation homes. Coincidence or intentional, you decide. So basically I put up with her demeaning negative bullshit for about two months, and during all this I was able to barely keep my sanity; then I blew. After our little nasty argument I decided it was time to move on and find a job where I could leave work at work. So I applied at this at risk youth program and of course got the job. So that’s where we are at. So the point of this blog is I’m going to blog my daily adventures until I get to go home to my family’s paradise….