Hasta Oregon, Hola Miami

For those who know me, staying with my mother in Salem, Oregon, has not been a pleasant experience.  I feel far too akin to the overweight ne'er-do-wells living in their parents basement in their mid-twenties (oh, and my birthday is in a few days, so I suppose late twenties now officially applies).  My mother is also insane with a life ruled by clutter.

It was while soaping my naked body, enjoying the piercing stream of hot water, that I decided that I'm not coming back to Oregon.  Well, I'll visit.  After all, there is a certain young child who will be celebrating his first birthday not long after I sign off the big boat.  But I shall not be returning to stay with my mother.  There is no room in her home to breath, to exist, without being touched by something.  Even in the shower.  (In this case it's this weird oversized shower curtain she has over the window in the shower.  There are some ways I like to be touched while in the shower.  This is not one of them.  It's creepy and it's gross.)

Rather, my vacation will be spent traveling, and visiting friends.  I'm warning those of you who know me now, I may be calling in May...

As it stands, I'll be on the big boat out of Miami for the next six months.  We're in our home port every Sunday, so any phone calls will be made and received then.  If I don't email immediately, please don't take it personally.  We are dependent on satellites, and this time of year we'll be trying to evade tropical storms and disturbances!

Thanks to the three people who occasionally read this.  I'll try and upload photos from my various ports during my contract.  Although they may start to look exactly the same, as we'll be going to the same places every two weeks...  Then again, embarrassing photos where I'm drunkenly interpretive dancing will never grow old.