Slowly but surely I’m collapsing my little portable home back in on itself. Packing has been surprisingly easy this contract, there’s not much left in my closet anymore except the basics (a couple of uniform shirts, my bathing suit and beach stuff since we still have one more call at Half Moon Cay and the various toiletries that always get packed last). I started packing very early in the week, the idea being that that way a) I have time to get it all done and b) the necessity of it interferes less with my enjoyment of what’s left of my time on board.
Which ain’t much.
I was handed the crisp white print out containing my flight details (and Amras’ as well actually, our supervisor finds it amusing that we leave on the same day though I’m not sure why it strikes her as funny). Once again they’re flying me home the roundabout way, FLL to DFW and then onto Vancouver and finally home. I’ll touchdown in Victoria sometime after ten pm on Sunday evening.
To be honest, I’m trying not to think about the whole thing. It’s been years since I’ve been genuinely regretful to leave a contract; not since my very first one have I felt anything but genuine relief to be able to get home to a view that doesn’t change and a floor that doesn’t move. This one is different, and I’ve already warned my parents that it will likely be waterfalls when I return for the first few days. Sometimes you just don’t want to go.
But for the most part it’s all wrapped up here anyway. I finished my handover notes last night, put the last order in to the printer this morning – all that’s left for me to do is enjoy my last couple of days, get my evaluation, and then hand over my keys.
And finish packing my home into two suitcases and a carry-on…
So how have you settled in to being home again? When do you find out about your next contract? This last one seemed to go by so quickly.