It's been a month since I went on board. But I still miss home. It's a fact which many families back home do not understand. I have sailed for the most part of my adult life (since I was 19...now I'm nearing 40) but everytime I embark on a new journey, there's a tug in my heart that yearns to remain home instead.
Each new contract is a new adventure. I reach new shores, meet new friends, gain new perspectives, and experience new challenges. But everything is still a poor substitute for home.
I miss home. Always did. Always do. Always will.
As I write this, I sigh. For I know back home, I am missed too.
