Denmark. Sweden. The Netherlands. Scotland. The Faroe Islands. Northern Ireland. Ireland. Wales. England. Home.

I cannot believe I’m home. Everything feels the same. Looks the same. Smells the same. Then you discover the thing that’s changed is you. I went to church today and realized I’m never going to see church the same way again. The worship, the chairs, the faces, the sermon. The little chatter that I was so used to became littler than ever – pimples! clothes! skin colour! animal noises! – good God, something’s got to give. I didn’t waste a minute on those things on the ship simply because we shared the belief that there were more important things in life. Whatever possessed me to come back so soon?