My first ship was a tanker on a West Coast run. I spent the next two years on that ship traipsing around the Pacific. Yesterday, I transited the Panama Canal and found myself back in my old stomping grounds.
It's overcast and the temperature is about 10 degrees cooler. I just saw a whale breach and make a gigantic splash. I'm having a cup of coffee and recouperating from a long canal transit day....and I'm feeling strangely nostalgic.
It feels like I've come home. Like I'm back where I'm supposed to be.
It's strange when you realize you were missing something...and didn't realize you were missing it until you had it back and it felt so good. That's this.
Back in the Pacific. I like the sound of that.