Journal Entry. June 21. Compass Cay.
“Can you believe it? I can’t. Today my thoughts turned in a direction they had yet to turn. Louise is heading North. North? It is time to retrace our steps towards the States. Time is going by quickly. Because it took us so long to get this far due to broken transmissions, crappy storms and obnoxious wind, we are giving ourselves a month to return. We now are familiar with the variables that keep you waiting when you least expect it. It feels weird though. It almost feels wrong. Bittersweet I suppose. We worked so hard to get this far, and now we turn back? Home does sound wonderful. No need to pretend I am not homesick, family sick, “normal-life” sick. Which may sound silly, but it’s getting close to a year that we have lived within 27 feet.
Louise is swinging in circles. Can’t seem to get situated between contradicting current and wind. I continue to relocate within the cockpit avoiding the sunset from beaming in my eyeballs. I am gripping my pen, equally as unsettled as Louise. Katie is hanging out topless like a little kid on the bow. Reggie, fast asleep by my side. Eyes caked with sand. As excited as I am to be homeward bound. I know we have a long way to go. I am scared for what is going to go wrong. What is it going to be this time? We both know it’s not going to be rainbows and butterflies, it doesn’t work that way. Luckily, if prevailing winds continue, they should be on our side. The wind put us through initiation to get here, you’d think we would be friends by now. That would be nice.”