New Years Eve and the long flight

New Year's Eve was cold, and ever since I accepted the job I was able to stand the cold less and less each day. Especially the last week when all my stuff had been packed up and sent to the port in Genova to be shipped off, I had very few warm clothes since I could only take two suitcases with me. It was cold, but we had a lovely dinner with friends and then hit a club for a few hours. On no sleep I took the early morning flight to London then to Los Angeles then to Honolulu. Arriving early evening, I checked into the hotel next to work where I was to stay for the following month, ate something and went to sleep. I was tired, so tired.