“Mahalo” for the patience on the Hawaii subject. Don’t you just love how Hawaiians always toss in those native words? And, how there are really true Hawaiians left…they’re not just the dancers at Luaus.
Our Hawaiian investment has turned out to be a joy and a challenge. First, I had to completely redo the place…and I don’t live in Hawaii. I do not recommend taking on complete redecorating projects of you live thousands of miles away, but they can be done.
I took the advice of Kimo (gotta love that name), my property manager, who set me up with the requisite gay designer and local construction company with a project manager named Rome. I went to Honolulu for three quick days to put the wheels in motion. For a flat fee, Richard met with me, compared tile, flooring and paint samples and we planned the overall look of the condo. I chose fabrics and hit Costco, Macys and Home Depot a dozen times for appliances, kitchen furnishings and linens. It was a whirlwind and over the next three months, Richard and I were in constant, sometimes strained constant contact.
A caution on designers….they usually do not like to deal on a budget, so find one who gets that this is your investment property, not your dream home.
When I returned six months later, the place was pretty good. I am always updating, but plan on using the place every June for my daughter’s sailing and surfing lessons in Waikiki, and, each time, we have a great time making new improvements…and, if I must say, I am quite proud of the airy, comfortable place it has turned into….and the value of the condo, while not skyrocketing, has seen a decent increase and stays rented continually. Mahalo.