


Time to get moving! The movers showed up, well, over and over again until everything we own is either in a crate going to Japan or in a bag in the trunk of the car. Although the Air Force paid for us to move, they still manage to make the process something between brain surgery and rocket science. But its free, right? Oh, and as an added adventure, Emily caught one of the movers "investigating" her purse. We're having our people take care of it. (That was a joke, if anything were to happen to the guy.) So we have no "stuff," and we moved in with Emily's parents until we fly out for Hawaii. They're good sports though, Barry is a great roommate - he cooks a lot. Sleeping in the car isn't very fun though. But its free, right?
Jokes aside, it's already turned into an adventure and we haven't gone anywhere yet! But we get to spend the holidays at home before we leave, so its all worth it. Merry Christmas everyone, and we'll see you in Hawaii.