And now I'm on a plane headed to the Bay Area to celebrate Russian Christmas and see my parents, brothers, and best friend. It felt good when the plane left the ground; like an invisible hand closing around my rib cage, lifting me straight into the sky, into something new. I didn't know how I'd like the idea of this quick excursion south, but I'm thinking it will probably be a good thing.
The weeks of my last hitch, from Thanksgiving to Christmas, were helpful; I've been struggling to get on top of the Valdez routine, and I was also expected to start taking on training chief mate responsibilities as well. It was a reality check for me, as it ended with a rather painful and very beneficial eval from a captain I trust and respect. Armed with a clearer view of where my energies need to be directed, I think I can go back and start my next hitch with a little more enthusiasm for the opportunities that wait for me in Valdez. Working in Alaska has made me so happy; truly I have nothing to be afraid of.
I wrote down a few thoughts here and there last month, and I wanted to post them but couldn't bring myself to step up and talk to the outside world. I'll share them here soon.
Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!