Wednesday

on the beach

i received an email from the port cap't this morning requesting that i report 3 days earlier than i am scheduled to.i found this email a bit disturbing as part of me dreaded leaving home any earlier than necessary, and part of me was happy to get back aboard asap. it's like this every time,when i am aboard getting near to the end of a hitch i am happy and excited to be getting home, and yet... i most always know that i will miss it,miss the work the focus, the shipmates, the sea routines. and when i get home i relish making my own schedule, setting my own priorities, not having to worry about making someone else's cruise work in spite of the fates, but i am my own boss. well more or less....
but as my time ashore draws to a close, as i plot and plan to see all of my loved ones as much as i can before my time is not my own, to get in 1 more great sail, see another ball game, to eat and drink whatever and whenever i want, i find myself wondering about the ship, how the wx is wherever she is without me, what work is happening....have they gotten 'round to the dirty job that i really don't want to tackle when i'm back aboard.
so, i 'm thrilled to be getting back to my ship, my berth, my duties. and i am sad to be leaving home, so much missing loved ones, not quite finishing some chores, not even getting to others....
and i wouldn't want it any other way