Can't ya hear, can't ya hear the thunda'!

Jolly Roger, I am a bloody Aussie again!  After battling with the details of my expired Australian passport, I have been approved once again.  An Australian citizen am I.  What does this mean, you may ask?  Well, unless you are in Australia, if you want to have an excuse to get belligerent on Anzac day, answer your telly saying "g'day mate," or if you want to justifiably place an Aussie sticker on your car, hmmm, not much, technically.  But I feel like the proudest Aussie, ever!  And plus, my subconscious has been telling me that now is the time, mate!  My lovie is in the Southern Hemi, and well, yeah, who knows?  Time will tell, but for now, I am just feelin darn lucky to be an official sheila from the Land Down Unda.'  Naooooo Waaaaaries, mate.  

Home, where my thoughts escape me.

Sorry for the huge gap in my entries, I guess that Simon and Garfunkel had a point!  The irony of the "notes from afloat" blog is that I am not exactly afloat at the moment.  Downtime is good for the soul, especially when your work is very full on and consumes a lot of your personal time.  But the catch-22's of my career are many.  The travel, excitement, luxury, and adventures of the yachting lifestyle are incredulous!  But the sacrifices you make, really force you to appreciate the simple things in life (if you did not already).  The simple pleasures of waking up in a non-bunk bed, walking around outside, going out with old friends, joining friends for a barbeque, being able to leave work, seeing your family, settling into a place and becoming part of a community....ahhhh, these things are precious.  And we salty people discuss this often, trust me.  But the beauty of it all, is that you learn to appreciate the little things.  And furthermore, being away from the boats for a couple of weeks has been awesome.  Starting to feel refreshed and getting really excited for the new adventure!  I will greatly miss my friends though, as always.  And maybe at the end of this Summer, maybe, just maybe, my love life will be waiting, silently for me.  Where, is the question of the moment?  Have faith in the mystery of it all, y'all.