Those of you who have been on the island for a while might find this funny. Maybe I will look back on this in three years and laugh, too. But here it is anyway: my first impressions of Oahu, having been here for almost three weeks.
The beaches here are lovely, but what I wasn’t prepared for was the beauty of the terrain itself: the mountains which encircle Kaneohe Bay rake the clouds like teeth and are lush with vegetation and have some of the most intense drop-offs I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to start hiking all over.
Sometimes native islanders treat servicemembers badly.
The people I work with now are very different than the people I used to work with. Not a criticism, just an observation. They seem like a family.
The food is very, very good. I had a poke bowl for the first time today. If it was up to me, I would eat it every day.
I knew that leis looked pretty, but I had no idea how good they smelled too. I thought the air would smell better, though, like it did in Coronado. (California is fine, I guess.)
There is more of a Japanese influence here than I had anticipated, and I had anticipated a lot.
There is so much to do, all the time! I’m really excited about how many social events seem to be going on all over the island. I’m looking forward to meeting a lot of new people.
The climate is a tough adjustment, which was a surprise. The wind and heat are taking their toll on my run times. I’m doing my best to be patient with myself. It’s good enough to get through the upcoming PRT.
Air conditioning is a luxury here, despite it being 85 degrees every day. Electricity – well, everything – is very, very expensive.
I picked an apartment that is a mile walk to the beach and to one of the most beautiful and welcoming churches I’ve ever attended. My apartment is two bedrooms, which is one more than I need, but I want my friends and family to be able to stay with me and save money if they visit. One of my greatest disappointments from three years in Japan – and I still have feelings of resentment about this – is that no one did.
The library on base is very good and very underutilized.
Trying to register my car and get BAH here are two of the most administratively asinine and frustrating experiences I’ve ever had.
I’m on the “good” side of the island, according to friends closer to Pearl Harbor.
I’m still highly suspicious of how I managed to get such good orders. I’m going to do my best to make the most of these three years.