金曜日, 8月 04, 2006

Once again, I embark on a voyage to the northland seeking plunder. The viking roots are deep in my heart I guess, But I tell myself that I cannot afford to go broke hoping something better will turn up. My bags lay packed by the door of my appartment, thankfully I didn't throw away my gear. I have made every excuse to leave at the last possible moment without raising any alarms. Ive paid my dues, and I'm not in a hurry to do busy work for free before we even leave Seattle. Its a lonely cold feeling I have in my heart, and it feels like a heavy stone is lodged inside of me, but I'm no rookie to isolation and lonliness, and I know that in time this feeling will pass. I pray to God above for strength, so many things stand in the way of achieving my goal. Always present is the fear of injury, which would result in the loss of money, or at best finishing the season in great pain.

I have closed my screen sessions on #neg9 (IRC,silc) and turned off jabber on my gmail account. In the final moments before I go, I am scrambling to get all the loose ends tied up, payment arrangments covered, and errata downloaded to my box (i'll be without internet).

Mom hopefully you find this post and know now that I didn't disappear altogether, keep me in your prayers. I'm on the F/V Kjevolja (don't try to pronounce that, just say KJ, it's actually not even a word but a conglomeration of the owners names. I thought for the longest it was Russian--wrong).

If everything goes well, and I come home alive, expect to see me around the end of November

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