There is just so much soy packed into one article. Every line was just hilarious to read. 
https://www.businessinsider.com/family-moved-to-hawaii-for-job-split-left-back-home-2025-8
We met in Southern California and spent years living around the East Coast. In fact, each of our three kids was born in a different state.
By the fall of 2020, my wife was looking to relocate to someplace where she could practice medicine in an indigenous community. Her primary targets were Alaska, the "Four Corners" (or where the states Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, and Utah intersect), and Hawaii, all of which desperately needed doctors — especially during the pandemic.
Yet when she announced that she'd actually landed an offer to work at a hospital in Hawaii, I had mixed feelings. On the one hand, it had a special place in our hearts as we'd gotten married there in 2008. On the other, we had just purchased a nice four-bedroom house with an indoor pool in Albany, New York.
But it wasn't just that I was having a hard time letting go of what I thought would be our "forever house." Things between us had already been rocky — and moving to paradise wasn't going to automatically fix that.
So I listened to my gut, which told me to stay behind in New York and take some space, even though my freelance writing allowed me to work from anywhere.
Seeing them go in 2021 wasn't easy. I can still picture my son (who was 4 years old at the time) waving his little hand goodbye from the airport security line. I cried for several hours that day, wondering whether I'd made a good decision.
A couple of months later, I flew out to visit them. After touring the island for a few days, I saw the gorgeous house they were renting in Honokaa, situated on a 1,000-foot cliff overlooking the ocean.
I was proud of the life they'd set up, but sadly, I also felt like an outsider.
Several weeks after I returned east by myself, the five of us met in California for a family vacation, after which the kids and I flew to Albany for the summer.
At the end of July, the four of us jetted back to the island. This time, I stayed for the whole school year in the house's ohana, a separate living space over the garage.
In many ways, this exemplifies the gray area in my relationship with my wife — amicable enough to be close but not too close.
Naturally, I enjoyed the sunshine, beaches, hammocks, rainbows, amazing local fruit, and the nightly chirping of coquí frogs. But the best was getting to enjoy the (albeit expensive) Hawaiian lifestyle with my kids.
Eventually, I realized that all the back-and-forth wasn't sustainable, financially or emotionally.
So at the end of 2023, we sold our upstate New York house, and I committed to Hawaii. I found a room to rent just a short walk from their new rental house in Waikoloa, which offered me a mix of proximity and independence.
Then six months later, my wife lost her job at the hospital, and we all moved back to the East Coast.
Although we initially thought about returning to Albany — where we'd lived for eight years — we wound up settling in my wife's hometown in Long Island.
It's been quite an adjustment—not only the lifestyle and culture shock of hastily leaving Hawaii for New York but also figuring out whether we're able to peacefully live under the same roof or deftly maneuver some version of "nesting."
Currently, my wife and I are living apart, and we are using mediation to draft a separation agreement. I'm looking for a job, a car, and a place to live that's close to the kids.
As I reflect back, I'm proud of myself for staying authentic to my intuitions, even when it was painful.
I value the insights I've gained from my marriage, thanks in large part to the couples coaching we did. Though I regret selling our Albany house, I'm grateful for experiencing Hawaii as much as I did.
https://www.businessinsider.com/family-moved-to-hawaii-for-job-split-left-back-home-2025-8
We moved our family to Hawaii for my wife's job. Now, we're separating and back in New York with the kids.
By Scott Tharler- After accepting a job offer, my wife moved herself and our kids from New York to Hawaii in 2021.
- Initially staying behind, I visited every couple of months, eventually joining them in late 2023.
- Six months later, she lost her job, and we all moved back to New York. We're no longer together.
We met in Southern California and spent years living around the East Coast. In fact, each of our three kids was born in a different state.
By the fall of 2020, my wife was looking to relocate to someplace where she could practice medicine in an indigenous community. Her primary targets were Alaska, the "Four Corners" (or where the states Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, and Utah intersect), and Hawaii, all of which desperately needed doctors — especially during the pandemic.
Yet when she announced that she'd actually landed an offer to work at a hospital in Hawaii, I had mixed feelings. On the one hand, it had a special place in our hearts as we'd gotten married there in 2008. On the other, we had just purchased a nice four-bedroom house with an indoor pool in Albany, New York.
But it wasn't just that I was having a hard time letting go of what I thought would be our "forever house." Things between us had already been rocky — and moving to paradise wasn't going to automatically fix that.
So I listened to my gut, which told me to stay behind in New York and take some space, even though my freelance writing allowed me to work from anywhere.
They left, I cried, and I eventually left New York to join them
Seeing them go in 2021 wasn't easy. I can still picture my son (who was 4 years old at the time) waving his little hand goodbye from the airport security line. I cried for several hours that day, wondering whether I'd made a good decision.
A couple of months later, I flew out to visit them. After touring the island for a few days, I saw the gorgeous house they were renting in Honokaa, situated on a 1,000-foot cliff overlooking the ocean.
I was proud of the life they'd set up, but sadly, I also felt like an outsider.
Several weeks after I returned east by myself, the five of us met in California for a family vacation, after which the kids and I flew to Albany for the summer.
At the end of July, the four of us jetted back to the island. This time, I stayed for the whole school year in the house's ohana, a separate living space over the garage.
In many ways, this exemplifies the gray area in my relationship with my wife — amicable enough to be close but not too close.
Naturally, I enjoyed the sunshine, beaches, hammocks, rainbows, amazing local fruit, and the nightly chirping of coquí frogs. But the best was getting to enjoy the (albeit expensive) Hawaiian lifestyle with my kids.
Eventually, I realized that all the back-and-forth wasn't sustainable, financially or emotionally.
So at the end of 2023, we sold our upstate New York house, and I committed to Hawaii. I found a room to rent just a short walk from their new rental house in Waikoloa, which offered me a mix of proximity and independence.
Then six months later, my wife lost her job at the hospital, and we all moved back to the East Coast.
And just like that, we're back in New York
Although we initially thought about returning to Albany — where we'd lived for eight years — we wound up settling in my wife's hometown in Long Island.
It's been quite an adjustment—not only the lifestyle and culture shock of hastily leaving Hawaii for New York but also figuring out whether we're able to peacefully live under the same roof or deftly maneuver some version of "nesting."
Currently, my wife and I are living apart, and we are using mediation to draft a separation agreement. I'm looking for a job, a car, and a place to live that's close to the kids.
As I reflect back, I'm proud of myself for staying authentic to my intuitions, even when it was painful.
I value the insights I've gained from my marriage, thanks in large part to the couples coaching we did. Though I regret selling our Albany house, I'm grateful for experiencing Hawaii as much as I did.
