Cars don't vacation in Hawaii

The most surreal part of this move so far was driving my own car. In Hawaii. I've driven my own car is probably 20 states, but this one is obviously different. As I drove from the Port of Honolulu toward downtown and looked at the tall buildings, landmarks and the water it hit me that this is permanent and we really really did it! 5 seconds of panic was followed by "wow!"
 I still pinch myself thinking it's a dream. But now that my Scooby is here it's getting harder and harder to think it's a dream or a vacation, because cars don't go on vacation with you to an island! A friend told me when my car was here it would hit me and it certainly did. Not all the way still but I think that will just take time.

And there she is! My baby in Hawaii! In front of our little beach house. Life is good.

As a footnote I have noticed that now that I'm driving a beat up obviously non rental the locals are much friendlier and open. Don't get me wrong, everyone is nice here, but they treat me like a local now, carrying on longer conversations etc because no one in their right mind would rent a dented old Subaru so I'm obviously not a tourist and am here to stay!