How strange it is to coming home on the ferry and to be going the other way. Still.
Coming home on the ferry, and the feeling and images it evokes, always spoke to the large expanse of water after emerging from Active Pass. Coming home was like this for thirty years.
I've been on the other side of the drink for a long time now (7 years!), but I am still surprised when I realize how topsy turvy my life is now. It's not necessarily bad, but just different. And still disorienting sometimes. How did this happen?
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