It’s been a very odd few days. I know we are somewhere in Brazil, but I honestly don’t have much idea where until I look at my itinerary. This is because I have never been the biggest fan of south America – and at the moment the crime rate is particularly high (seriously, we got a notice under our cabin doors about a crew member from a different line being assaulted) so I stay in, and I give my non-IPM days to the people who are more “beachey” than I am.
In the meantime I have definitely made a lot of embroidery progress, a lot of hours of the needle going back and forth.
It’s always more difficult for me than I would like when Amras and I are separated. I do pride myself on being independent. I am perfectly fine on my own thank you. But there is a difference between being “perfectly fine” and actually being happy about it. I suppose I’ve gotten used to having someone to come home to so to speak, and cruising my way around the world without my other half is a little…uncomfortable.
But over all, I am content here. I have a great room for one thing, and I can slowly feel my imprint being left on it, it’s not the same level of home as the flagship (nothing ever is) but it is at least home-like. One major benefit is that it has an amazing desk. What? I’m a writer-type person, having a huge working desk space (really, big enough for two computers and the television) is a big benefit! And it has a comfy chair instead of the normal folding style – which make me wonder actually if this was an officer’s cabin at some point. It has that feel.
Anyway, on we sail…stop after stop on my apparently – and sometimes beautifully – anchorless life.