My first few weeks on land after two plus years of traveling and being on the ocean, I could have collapsed into the ground at the airport, like they do in movies and kissed the ground.
The hardest, grueling work you’ll ever come to know, and the reward you can’t quite figure out but ends up being freedom from the materialistic American dream that has entrapped so many.
It's christmas. I cried in the storeroom on the boat staring at the juice boxes. It just didn't feel like christmas. I felt used and no one told me merry christmas.