Hello SC, it's been quite a bit- but I will try my best to give you all a comprehensive review of the past week and I hope it answers all your questions as to how I an doing. So without further ado, let's begin.... I will go day by day so I can more precisely give the chronology of the past week.
Day of flight; last week-
This was a difficult and stressful hell of a time. Me and Delora get ready to pack, but Delora wants to bring a lot of stuff and acts very complacent about the time we need to arrive at the airport. Only her dad agreed we needed to hurry, but he was raging about it. She wore many layers of clothing, and the line for TSA was long. So long, that we almost missed our flight and to make matters worse, they gave Delora a private screening at TSA because of all the layers. We literally had like 2 minutes to reach the plane and at this point I am on the verge of a meltdown. They had me take all my stuff out of my bag and I struggled to get my Xbox in, Delora appeared from her screening and I booked it to the gate, then my Xbox falls out of my bag and hits the ground. Delora then runs past the gate to the flight past me, and this prompts a meltdown but luckily, we made it. Followed by this was a chilled out flight to New York with a layover where a very sleepy me and Delora did a youtube stream, and then a very long flight to Hawaii which was uncomfortable and excruciating. Finally we fly in, and Delora cries tears of joy as we come into her old home. We make it to the Honolulu airport, but no bus will take all our luggage. Cabs were also expensive, so we agreed to get a ride from the landlord for 20 bucks. As we drive into the apartment, I realize we had rented a room in the ghetto, and it was nasty.
Day 1; Chinatown, Ala Moana, and Waikiki-
So we wake up in the morning, and without much ado go out into our neighbor....HOOD. I see a bunch of interesting Chinese shops and temples down the street, turns out we lived near a major cultural and historical district, albiet one owned by traids and homeless methheads. I didn't realize it was dangerous, but Delora did and advised we go seek bus passes instead of wandering around the markets in the area. We realize it is the end of the month so a bus pass is redundant, and just do day passes. We then seek out a food bank, which on the map turned out to be a literal food bank. They gave us food anyway, so we took that home. On the way, some homeless asked us if we would sell it, we did not. We went home and ate some food, then once full, set out again. We then went to another place- the Ala Moana Mall- a hustling and bustling capitalist wonderland. It is here where she introduced to me her old rituals and routines that she acquired in her previous stay here, such as collecting food samples. Once we are done there, we head over to Waikiki where she shows me, among other things- the resort she used to go to, the stairs with the fountain she would sit on, her old apartment building, and the exact spot she sat during our first call. We walked through the nice resort, swam in the water. We climbed around this locked dock then got yelled out by security, then we went and climbed a tree, and washed our feet afterward. She showed me the hotel she used to hang around with a garden, and picked aloe for our sunburns. Once we had a fulfilling day, we went home for the night.
Day 2- Kailua-
So, after one good day, we decided to have another..... but not without a rocky start; we had an argument about which bus stop to go to. Once that was resolved and we caught a bus, we left the city and went into the place her parents used to live. The first thing we do upon exiting the bus is walk towards a food pantry, but it turned out we missed it. Issue was that we were still HUNGRY and, resolved to find some nutrition we take a walk towards her parents' former home and her old high school and along the way pick from known fruit trees she had discovered; dragonfruits, sour oranges, green papayas, breadfruit, and coconuts. This actually sustained us through the day, and by the time we got to the beach, we were pretty full. It was at this beach where we got into a conversation with some homeless hippy stoners who gave us advice about the ghettos and some food to spare, and chatted for a bit. Then we took a quick swim, drank the water out of our cocnuts, and headed into downtown Kailua. There, we wandered around businesses, ate at taco bell, and headed home for a quite disgusting night- our neighbor was quite sick, and puked and shat all over the place and needed a 911 call, which we obliged.
Day 3; Home improvement-
The issue with the neighbor getting sick was, they did not nor were they required to clean their bodily fluids off of the hallway near our door and it smelled awful. This neglectful shit was just part of the issues with this apartment- it was roach infested, and the security system was shit for the ghetto it is in. We then resolved to get out of it because our lease was short, but for the time being we needed to take action. So, we get on a bus to the mall and hit up trusty ole' Walmart, where we purchase a tent to protect from roaches in our room, roach killer, cleaning supplies, and a blanket (the room was not furnished). We then go home and set up the tent. Delors rigged up a lifehack to replace stakes, and made an air chamber with an electric fan, the tent roof, a scarf, and our window. So then, we had a ventilated anti roach fortress and a now semi-cleaned room.
Day 4; Aiea Heights-
This day was another rocky start due to bus disagreements, but once we figured out how to get out there we were greeted by a long ascent up a steep upper class street, all the way to the top where the hiking trail of Delora's dreams lie. We did not have much time so we hiked a bit. Delora sat on a bench and admired the view, we met this cool army dude who gave us his contact info because we were new to the island. We are walking back down from the trail, when suddenly a wild pig rushes at us, and the army man drove up in the nick of time. We get in his car, and the kind man drives us back home... thus concludes another action packed day.
Day 5; Sick Delora, and rental prospecting-
Here's the thing about all these days- Delora was sick. All night she would cough. It got to the point where she had to visit the hospital, so we get up early and go there and she is diagnosed with an upper respiritory infection and given meds. Luckily it was not bad. Another thing about this day, was that our apartment search had been narrowed down to two places- a apartment near Waikiki shared between college students, or to live in a sailboat with the perks of cheap rent, free sailing lessons, sailing trips, and an option to buy the boat after renting. We, as free spirits, preferred the boat but first checked out the college place. It had a cool tenant, but overpriced, Delora did not like. I liked it at first, but had not seen the boat yet so could not decide. Still, a successful night overall...
Day 6; Exploding Chilli, Sailboats, and Hope-
This was the day we were to see the sailboat. But before we were to see said sailboat, we needed to get a good breakfast. We decided it would be a good idea to just put the cans for the chilli we wanted to make right on the stove. We went to our room and waited for it, but forgot it was there after awhile due to our raging cases of ADHD. Suddenly, we hear a loud BANG. Ironically, we joke that some fool is playing with a gun in the area. Delora goes out to brush her teeth and gasps when she enters the kitchen. "Bo, you're gonna want to see this." I walk in, and see a massive scattershot of chilli all over everything. Panicked, we go to clean it. It takes forever and we even have to take turns grabbing lunch from the church next door. After hours of elbow grease, we clean it up and set out to see the boat. Now, as autists we like our routines so we were happy to go to the mall we have been going to on a daily basis this day. The boat was close by, and we talked to the owner of it about the rental. It was a dream come true; he can teach us to sail, and sell us the boat if we please and he even plans to go on sailing trips that we will be welcome to join him on once we live there. The boat can be kind of like a tiny house, with space for everything you need to live, and it can be ours to sail once we buy it and learn the ropes. He just needed some docs for background and some days to work on the boat. Triumphant, we walked back to the mall and ate chicken musabi, and called it a day.
Day 7; Poke Bowls-
This day was essentially identical to the previous day, except this time we went to the full church service and turned in our background check stuff. The owner of the boat advised us to get our belongings ready for moving. We also went and got poke bowls, which is basically sushi in a bowl. I must admit it was quite awesome. Target had a 70 percent sale on a bunch of good stuff for the boat, so we bought a lot too. So pretty much, we will be living on a docked sailboat, learning to sail. We will be sailors by the time it is said and done. And that's basically it for now.
My grandiose delusions are better than yours.
