No wonder my mood is so much better.

Three-hundred-sixty-five days ago...

*tear*

BEST AND WORST CHOICE EVER.

(Am I a better person? Or a worse friend? What have I done wrong since? What do I need to change?)
A WIND'S in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels ( Read more... )

What a perfect day ( Read more... )

Three days left. I will miss the boats like hell. And Nate. It is a parting like I have not felt in a very very long time.

The Captain brought this up a few days ago, to describe our last transit from Morro Bay to San Francisco, a trip when the bow plunged through the waves, and water ran over the foredeck and to the main deck like so many rapids. ( Read more... )

Two weeks left aboard the Chieftain. Meh. I will be leaving in March, from San Francisco, but to where? Probably Newport, N. Carolina, for a while. And then? I have received replies of a possibility with the Niagara in Erie, PA, and the Mildred Belle and Sigsbee in Baltimore. I am crossing my fingers and killing myself with efforts of being both ( Read more... )