Logbook: September 12, 2016

Zinkwazi, South Africa

Yesterday was my Mom’s birthday. I wish I could have been there. I’m sure many people feel like they have the best Mom in the world, and they deserve to feel that way, but I think there are special kudos due for someone who doesn’t just let her son go to sea for a long period of time, but encourages it. All of this, despite knowing full well how unpredictable the seas can be, and despite her overwhelming urge to be protective. Thank you, Mom, your encouragement to keep challenging myself has honestly kept me going through some of the tougher days. I love you very much.

Birthdays are hard to miss, but they come around every year. Engagements do not, and just in the past month I’ve missed my sister’s engagement as well as my best friend’s engagement. Both couples did their best to make sure I felt included, and I’m very grateful for that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t there. FaceTime is a wonderful tool, and I use it as often as I can, but it’s simply not the same as being there in person. At least when I did talk to my Mom yesterday I was able to chat with the rest of my family as well.

We had our second true rest day of our whole time in South Africa yesterday, and I milked it for all that it’s worth. Slowing down gave me an opportunity to catch up on some email, writing, and I finally called the Secretary of State to begin the process of replacing the drivers license I accidentally threw away in Indonesia… (oops) I’d been putting it off for a while, but, to my surprise, the call lasted all of 5 minutes… I was amazed.

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