For months and months I've been looking forward to HOME. Familiar houses, faces of people I love, hugs from Mom, Daphne, Matt, friends. Now, two weeks into my visit, I feel overwhelmed and longing for quiet, stillness, time to ruminate, time to read. The pace is urgent from 2-year old Naomi wanting me to play right now to the rental car agency with deadlines and plane tickets needing to be bought and other people's schedules to be worked around.
Life on the boat is not like this. There is always something needing to be done- cleaning, repairing, tending to the autopilot. But rarely must things be done immediately. There are fewer people, there's more time to read, think, wonder, and write. Thinking about our return to the U.S. in December, I'm already anxious. How will I find time for reading and studying and thinking?
I am definitely appreciating more the quiet life that Nomad affords me. Who knows whether I will ever have such an opportunity again in the future.
1 comment:
So nice to hear about the riches of the seafaring life, and glad that things like perspective are contageous - thank you! :)
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