In Reflection – At Sea – [09/25/2012]

Honey, we all came out here because we were running from something. We stayed out here, because we found somewhere we could stop running.

So sayeth a wise (though she didn’t realize it at the time) co-worker of mine on my last contract.

Sometimes it disturbs me a bit how at home I feel out here. I always joke that the ship has started to feel more like home than home does, but in some ways that’s not really a joke. Not that I don’t feel welcome at home, or “at home” at home, it’s not that, it’s something…different. While there are ways in which life out here is extremely complicated, there are many ways in which it is very simple: you get up in the morning, you do your job, you go home and relax for the rest of the evening.

Since we’ve still got a long stretch of sea days ahead of us, my evenings have consisted of watching Charmed and attempting to fight off my usual early-contract case of sea-sickness. It would seem that I’m being consistently plagued with queasiness my first few days on the flagship, I blame it on the fact that we always have to take the crossing from the states to Asia, and that never seems to run as smoothly as I hope it will. At least not waves wise.

Job wise, this contract couldn’t be going any smoother, about the only thing that would make it any better would be to have Hunt or Gabrielle on board, but one can’t have everything and I refuse to look the gift horse of my circumstances in the mouth! And trust me; landing in a passenger cabin is definitely a gift horse.

After a few days of hard slog, my co-librarian and I have managed to get the office back up to standard. There must have been a gap between my last official replacement (who was brilliant) and when my current partner and I arrived, because the place was a bit of a mess. I’ve seen worse, but I’ve also certainly seen better. It took us several hours each to tear apart each section and realphabatize it, and don’t get me started on the storage closet, but thankfully all that is behind us now.

And ahead of us? Well, to live is an awfully big adventure….

 

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