The night before I left Kauai to move halfway across the world, I was busy fussing around in the bathroom with a box of purple hair dye. My house was full of people, my mom running around like a chicken with a hundred things to do and not sure which impossible thing to tackle first. Friends were lugging things out our front door to their cars; someone took my white Mac off the desk in my room and I didn’t even ask him for money; my hair was still soaking and I really couldn’t care less, I just wanted to be on the plane already! Why worry about our house that we only decided to start packing up the month before we moved?! Since finishing high school two months before, I had tentatively told people that I was moving to Israel, not completely sure it would actually happen and therefore in denial when it came to putting my things into boxes. I got an acceptance from Birthright Israel, getting me a free trip from the Philadelphia airport straight to the Middle East. Things got real, even if it was only six hours before we left to the airport. I was meeting my dream guy overseas in a mere few days, and my hair was of utter importance. Besides, the lift that was bulging like an American at the buffet stand, sitting idly in our front yard, was about to pop it’s lid. My mom was trying to stuff as many things into the cracks as possible, and it was just hilarious,this whole situation. At the airport, my red suitcase, which was good to me while I had it, ripped yet again, and Meg duct taped it shut and left me the blue roll of tape in my stuffed purse in case it ripped again. The new silver suitcase I had completely spaced on weight checking(no surprise to anyone, I’m sure), so 5 minutes before our flight was leaving I found myself ransacking my clothes for anything heavy to take out. I grabbed a bunch of real heavy stuff, like sweats and bikinis, and gave them to Cristy and Whit, friends who were there to say goodbye and watch my spectacle, no doubt crying tears of laughter. Yes, we missed our flight, but we caught another one a half hour later-almost missed that one too while I was getting Starbucks- and off we were. Leaving behind a house full of treasures, my childhood friends, and the island I grew up on, our adventure was to begin- and with dry hair at that.