Wake up before 3 AM. Pack everything while trying (and kinda failing) to not argue with your sleep deprived siblings. Load up a shuttle to the airport. Haul everything out.
Total bags - 13
4 backpacks
2 instruments
3 rollaway cases
3 huge duffels
1 hard bright yellow suitcase
Get through security. Get food. Have Starbucks mess up my order, causing an annoyed, exhausted, stressed, sad breakdown. Get on a plane. Fly away from the home you love.
Arrive in San Francisco. Get on another plane. Sit, sleep, stare out the window, listen to my iPod, and do sudoku for about 5 hours or so. Land in Kona, Hawai'i.
Open air airport... this is the baggage claim. Pretty cool.
Pick up baggage (as well as possible, the suitcase handle broke) and take a taxi (no rentals cars available for some crazy reason) to the condo. Unload. Again.
Walk to a restaurant. They had cool chips. Walk back. Saw a giant centipede on the way. We don't know if it is poisonous.
Hide in my room from my family. Skype Mr. D. Breakdown again. Finally get to sleep.
Hard, long day.
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