In the beginning...

At the onset of any new, great adventure, a person usually starts off with a very profound thought.

Well, I am unlike most people.

And therefore, I choose to skip the introductions and delve right into the uncharted territories of blogging (well, for me at least).

I am officially a housesitter. The house happens to come equipped with one dog, two cars, a crib, and a room with a view of the Pacific Ocean. Oh, did I mention that this house is located on the island of O'ahu in Hawai'i?

Sorry, minor detail.

The tales you shall read from here on out are the chronicles of a gal from Minnesota, who decided to sacrifice her life in the land of 10,000 lakes for that of a life filled with white sandy beaches and an abundance of sun.

This oh-so selfless act was done solely in the name of family.

My dear cousin Mitch was in a bit of a quandary. Navy duty had called him east for the summer. His lovely wife, Emily, and brilliant son, Ayden, were to spend two months in Minnesota.

Oh, what were they to do with their house and dog during this young family's extended absence?

Well, my friends, you guessed it.

I stepped up to the plate. I answered their call.

I packed up my life in Minnesota and stored it in all in neatly labeled boxes that now fill the "Hotel Room" at my family's homestead. I braved the day-long flight that took me from Minneapolis/St. Paul to Chicago and then to San Francisco and finally to Honolulu, Hawai'i. I traded in mosquitoes for foot-long centipedes, 10,000+ lakes for the Pacific Ocean, and the Minnesota Twins for...well, I have yet to fill that void.

So here I am. A Scandinavian gal in Hawai'i. Armed with a life supply of SPF30. And ready to tackle the next great chapter in the chronicles of JMC.

Daduhda...