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[03 Aug 2009|03:31pm] |
Work is work. Life is life. Distance is... far. I've been managing to keep myself fairly occupied but its dwindling. My work load has lightened significantly due to the fact that I am working all the time and because of this, I've left myself bored at night, staring at the ceiling and once again lacking all communications that I had within Boston. Not that I am moaning about my current situation but that I'm moaning about the unappealing direction my current situation has taken me. By no means do I blame anyone else but myself and the eighteen year devotion I put into a relationship that went no where, I find myself in a similiar situation where I long constantly for one in particular and he is many miles away. I find I grieve with this distance, like a death because our contact is very limited. And though it has to be this way, hopeful dreams put me on a plane that reality rarely sees.
Sometimes I feel as though Im slipping from that reality with all the work that I pour into and the lack of socializing I have. I mourn for my relationship and the absence of the partnership that I havn't put any work into. Again, not the fault of anyone else but my own and I believe at this point, I have worked up enough funds to be able to visit the ship. Maybe as a guest this time for a lengthened period? A month? I could work on ship to keep me busy in the mean time, speak to a few employees and seal up the rest of the legal problems I'm having with being unable to discuss matters from my current location.
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| The ship docks |
[11 May 2009|09:46pm] |
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Three more days Thom. Are you excited?
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