Here I am at home again, sitting in my room and listening to the birds outside of my window.
It's odd to have solid ground under my feet and a flat bed that doesn't swing like my hammock; this morning I woke up lying on my back sideways across the bed, just so the dip in the matress would feel like my hammock! Oh dear, scarred for life it seems.
We got back into Erie, PA on the 4th, and then had two days off. A handful of people (mostly volunteers who live in Erie) left the ship that evening, and others drifted off. It was nice to be back, but there were tears and hugs and promises to keep in touch.
On the 5th Neil, Phil and I drove around town, visiting and poking around some fun shops, savoring time together.
Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa came on the 6th, and we looked through the museum and ship some more before leaving. It was hard to turn away and say goodbye to all my shipmates, who were like family, but I know that we'll cross paths again somehow, hopefully next year!
Phil's grandparents and aunt and uncle had a bonfire, which mom and dad and I went to, that was fun, then on the 7th we headed home.
Last night we went to see
A Midsummer Night's Dream at the community college, which was fun. Tonight we're going to have a bonfire, maybe wade in the creek when Katie gets here, and generally have fun and try to not melt in the heat.
Life ashore is good too, I've been breathing in deep the earthy smells of grass, trees and dirt. How exotic they seem, after pine tar, wood, sweat and manila rope!
Alas, I miss the ship, but I'm glad to be home.