A nomad with a fisherman

I just finished unpacking, phew! No, I didn’t take any trip, I was moving. I’ve moved many times and I am tired. My moving story started from when I was born. My parents were taking a summer trip and I showed up way earlier than the schedule. We moved to a small town instead of going home.

My father loved moving, so we moved many places. I thought I had finally settled when I got married, but my first husband left for another woman and I became like a nomad. To make a long story short, I gave up my precious apartment room and started going around the world by myself. I went back to Japan for only making money to extend my journey. While I was in Hawaii, I met a guy and we kept a long distance relationship and then got married last year. We bought a property in Washington.

Finally I’m settling (I assumed so)! But I was wrong. I was told that I shouldn’t move to a different state until my immigration process was completed. No one can predict when it will be all done; I can’t rent a room for the long term here in Hawaii. My states says that I am half immigrant, half tourist. Well, just call me a nomad for heaven's sake!

I just learned it is hard to be a short term tenant without green card in Hawaii; sometimes I am kicked out for big tourist groups. I am moving around almost every month.
My husband is a fisherman and once he is back to his job, he literally lives on the boat; nothing to be worried for living. I am so jealous.
A nomad married to a fisherman and jealous of him. Sounds strange!