And so it starts again…every time the same, though every time different. But I will admit it’s pretty nice when the company puts you up in an incrediby swank hotel that’s actually in the airport, and actually has a pool…
And you can spend the evening watching all those planes taking off to all those places…far away places with strange sounding names…
This is always the oddest night for me, the night before a contract starts, when I am suspended between one life and the other…hovering on the borderline, neither ship-side nor shore-side. I often think that things that happen on this night don’t really happen at all..they exist in some kind of dreamworld in between the bright shards of reality..
And tomorrow…alaska…and work…and my other Family….all call…