This is just a really short entry to say how much I love laying in bed listening to the sound of the ocean waves washing up on the shore, smelling the salty air, and falling asleep to the gently rhythm of the waves.
No, the waves aren't lapping at the side of the ship. No, my bed is not rocking me to sleep. No, tomorrow I will have to cook my own breakfast. No, I won't wake up someplace different. No, tomorrow I won't have the day to do with as I wish.
But as far as land gigs go, this is just about as good as it can get. So good, so similar sometimes, it almost makes the ache and desire for cruising more real and more painful.
~Now if only I spoke the language~
No, the waves aren't lapping at the side of the ship. No, my bed is not rocking me to sleep. No, tomorrow I will have to cook my own breakfast. No, I won't wake up someplace different. No, tomorrow I won't have the day to do with as I wish.
But as far as land gigs go, this is just about as good as it can get. So good, so similar sometimes, it almost makes the ache and desire for cruising more real and more painful.
~Now if only I spoke the language~
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