Row after row, flags flutter on the former battlefield of Asan Beach. A display of American flags is a familiar sight on Memorial Day in national cemeteries to remember service members whose lives were taken in war. Yet on Guam, remembrance is uniquely deeper as the war between 1941 and 1944 tragically took the lives of more than 20,000 Americans, Chamorros, and Japanese. Read more…
I’m working on putting together a series of posts about the military housing we’ve lived in. The series will include pictures, layouts, and info about the housing offices, the move-in and move-out process and much more.
We’ve lived in housing in the following locations so far;
Santa Rita, GU
Pearl Harbor, HI
and coming soon, Kittery, ME just across the river from Portsmouth, NH.
I’d love your feedback about the series.
Do you have any specifics you want covered? Questions? Concerns you’ve heard about a specific place?
I’d love to hear it… All of it and I’ll do my very best to address all of your comments.
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind. First it was the waiting and not knowing what we wanted to set aside so the movers wouldn’t pack it. Then it was the utter chaos of having our house in complete disarray. Next came the packers… and so our move is officially underway.
Our pack-out started and with it came all the boxes, packing tape, and packing paper. Bringing all these things into our house were three guys. They moved rather quickly which is good, and bad. Good because our, scheduled, two-day pack out won’t turn into a three or four-day pack-out. Bad because it always worries me that they’re rushing to get things done and not making sure they’re taking good care to pack my precious stuff well.
All of the stuff we will use for the next month…
My craft room, all ready to be packed.
Here come the boxes.
After about 45 minutes of work (they didn’t arrive until around 10:45 AM), the movers took their lunch.
Here’s the massive truck with all the crates that will transport all of our belongings from Guam to Oahu.
That’s one of our movers taking a siesta after eating his lunch.
Some of our stuff packed and ready to be put in a crate.
Matt watching one of many basketball games while enjoying our comfy couches before they pack them. He says, “It’s March Madness babe… I can’t miss a game.” Thank goodness for the NCAA iPod app. 🙂
The first day of our pack-out ended at around 4:30 PM. Our second day of boxes, packing tape and packing paper began at about 9:45 AM. Only two of the three movers returned for the second day. It went rather quickly, again. We decided to grill burgers and dogs for lunch. The funny thing about this whole pack-out… our friends & neighbors across the street from us were also doing their pack-out. They have kids and much more stuff then us so their pack-out was scheduled for three days. I’m soooo glad ours was only two. I don’t know what I’d do if it was three whole days.
Our living room… almost completely packed.
Getting ready to grill for both two moving companies.
Let the grilling begin.
Lots and lots of stuff…
And there it all goes… into crates… onto a boat… onto customs in CA… back onto a boat… and to HI.
Now I sit on loaner furniture, that is oh-so-uncomfortable. We’ll be here in an empty house for about three weeks and then we’ll be at the Westin for about 5 days and then its to the air we go.
My day started like most… woke early, had my coffee, logged into FB & Twitter. Matt was going to be home early because we had a command party to go to. Since our boys were gone during the holidays, we weren’t able to have our holiday party during the holidays. The party was postponed… and rescheduled… and postponed again. We finally had a date scheduled… then the earthquake hit Japan and along with it, the tsunami warning.
We were told not to worry and headed to the party. After being told sirens were going off on base, we quickly decided to go home. We were only at the party for about 20 minutes.
About 30 minutes after getting home, our neighbor’s son came over saying his mom needed Matt. Apparently some of the lines at the pier had snapped due to a drop of the water. Two boats, including my husband’s, were attached to those lines. Soon, the boats were adrift.
We were quickly in the car and headed to the pier. Matt has been there for quite a few hours now… it’s been a long night and I don’t think it’s going to get better anytime soon. While we haven’t had any large waves the tsunami is still being felt…
It’s almost that time again. We’ve been here for over four years and we were supposed to leave after three.
Why am I so anxious to move? Well, I always feel like a short-timer when it gets closer to the next move. The anticipation, the stress, the newness… everything. It’s great and hard at the same time. I don’t think I’d do very well staying in the same place when there are so many places to see.
We won’t officially leave until next month, but our Jeep has already been shipped and our pack out is in two short weeks.
It’s already a good way into March… what happened to February? It seems like just yesterday was New Year’s Eve.
We already have our PCS (permanent change of station) orders, which is sometimes half the battle, especially now. A good amount of our friends are waiting for orders because they’re almost all on hold Navy wide. Thankfully, we don’t have to worry about that.
Now along with the move comes a new job for Matt. He’s really looking forward to it and so am I because he’ll be home with me, rather than at sea. More than likely he’ll have to travel a ton, but it’ll be shorter trips then he’s made the last four years… and we can use a phone and Skype… It’s going to be truly wonderful.
Since Matt will be home, this means we’ll have time to try, try and try some more to start our family. We’ll also be closer to family so we can visit without having to spend close to $2K a ticket.
A large part of moving, that I’d prefer to do without, is saying good-bye to friends. Saying good-bye does go hand-in-hand with making new friends, and I know I’m bound to keep in touch with those I’ve become closest with. That still doesn’t make saying good-bye any easier.
I’ll try to blog as often as I can in the next month or so… as much as the move allows.We’ll be trying to get into military housing, but the wait is 6-12 months long, so we’ll see how that pans out. I’m ready to be there. If there were only a way to fast forward all of the stressful parts of the move and just be settled again… oh how wonderful that would be. I’m ready to leave this island and get to the next one… I’m ready to go grocery shopping and not have trouble finding even the simplest of things… or shopping at a real mall… or being able to shop online and not having to worry about if they’ll ship to my address and how high the shipping rates are.I’m ready for Starbucks… and Target… and highways. Oh to be able to drive more than 45 MPH legally. I’m ready for roads without potholes the size of the moon’s craters.
Pearl Harbor… here we come… Move # 3 is officially underway…
What time you ask? Time to welcome home my honey. Well not yet… but almost.
A bunch of wives and I got together tonight for dinner, games, and prizes. It’s always fun to celebrate the approaching homecoming of our husbands. These wives know exactly what I go through everyday and its nice knowing I’m not the only one missing someone dear to me.
Here are a few pictures of us…
Here’s a picture of the group of wives at tonight’s Final Fling.
Emily & Me. 🙂
Me and 100 tickets for the Submarine Basket, and wouldn’t you know it, I won. Tee hee hee.
Me and my girl, Candy.
It was so nice to get out with the girls tonight. I really needed it. Now off to bed I go… Oh but wait, I just downloaded The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner on my Kindle. I won’t be getting to sleep for a while. 🙂 Yay!!!! I love you Stephenie Meyer!!!!!
I just got home about an hour ago to a very sour smell in my house. Last time this happened I found a little shriveled up and dead shrew in the outside room where part of ac unit lives. I was able to dispose of it and after a couple of hours with the windows open the smell went away, thankfully. Today this wasn’t the case. Since the last time, new stuff has been installed in that same room outside. I took everything I could out, which was minor things like gardening tools, and looked everywhere, hoping nothing was dead under all the ac equipment that I wouldn’t be able to move.
I searched high and low all over the house before deciding to call the housing office to send someone over in case something had crawled into one of the air ducts and died. The man on the other line starting asking me questions like, “Have you left something smelly in your garbage?”, “Do you have anything burning in the oven?”…. to which I replied, “No, I took the trash out last night.” and “No, I just got home so I’m not cooking or burning anything.” He said he’d call one of the contractors to be over within a couple of hours.
The smell was driving me nuts. It dissipated towards the back of the house which made me think it had to be something in the living room, dining room, or kitchen…. or in the ducts in those areas. I had to do something. So like last time, I went outside to the little room and found nothing after taking everything out. I then returned inside to open every window to air the smelly-ness out of my house. I turned on every Scentsy burner I had and prayed the wax I had in them would melt quickly to get something smelling yummy into the air. As I walked into the kitchen I thought, “ok, while I wait, I’ll wash the one glass I have in my sink.” OH MY!!!! That’s when I found the smells location.
A. Shrew. Had. Crawled. Thru. My. Kitchen. Sink’s. Pipe. And. Into. My. Garbage. Disposal. And. Decided. To. Die!
YUCK! YUCK! YUCK!
What could I do? I wasn’t about to stick my hand in there and get it out…. what was I to do….? So I thought “What the hell?”, turned the water on, covered it with a plate and flicked the switch on!!! When I turned it off after about 30 seconds, the smell wasn’t nearly as bad anymore. I took some bleach and poured it down the drain to take any of the smell away with what went down the drain. I then called the housing office to let them know not to send anyone over. I had found the source of the smell and got rid of it.
I’m now sitting here in a much better smelling and much cooler house. I’m a bit proud of myself and feel a bit like superwoman for being able to take care of it. But still, YUCK!!!!
Last night Matt and I were enjoying each others company and a good movie while outside a good storm was brewing. It is the rainy season here in Guam so rain is to be expected and boy did we get some rain. It came down hard and even sideways. About 30 minutes before our movie was over flashes of lightning came along as did its partner thunder. The dogs weren’t all to pleased about that. Matt and I love a good storm.
Just before our movie was over the storm was just over us. With each flash of lightning a crack soon followed sometimes at the same time. I attempted to take the dogs out to do their business but they wanted nothing to do with the storm. They stayed right on my heels as I walked them under the little overhang around our house trying to stay as dry as possible. They soon found a patch of grass suitable and did what they needed too. Once they were done we found our way back in the house soaked.
We quickly began unplugging our beloved computers and turned our air conditioning up just in case we lost power. Good thing too, because just minutes after unplugging the power flickered and then went out completely. Soon we were lighting candles and moving around the house with flashlights. Matt had to set his alarm on his watch just in case the power didn’t come back on in time for him to head off to work.
It got pretty warm in the house rather quickly and having a heater for a dog doesn’t help when you’re trying to sleep either. I had to kick Jack out of bed because he was just too hot against my back.
Luckily the power returned over night so Matt was able to take a shower and get ready like normal.
Hundreds of sailors, national guard personnel and airman helped plant thousands of flags in honor of civilians and service members who died on Guam during WWII.
More than 3,000 flags were planted during a memorial ceremony at the War Memorial Park in Asan. Each flag represented the 1,135 lives of Chamorro civilians that died during the Japanese occupation of WWII and the 1,747 men and women of the U.S. military who died in the islands liberation in 1944. Here are some photos of all the flags.