Ship's Log | To Boldly Go

I'm not a fan of.. What were they called.. Tribbles.

I've been doing a lot of reading lately. Books that were considered classics in my time and, I'm sure, are considered ancient by now. I picked up The Thin Man largely because I've always loved the movie and the banter that exists between Nick and Nora Charles, and it's been a nice bit of nostalgia to page through the work of a private eye in old-school New York City.

But it's also served to make me homesick. I can't tell you how much I miss those early mornings when it seems like the city is stretched out just for you, or how magical the streets are in those hours when the bustle has died down and you can just stop and take in the marvel that is Manhattan. Beyond the semester that I moved to California for college, and when I did a study abroad trip in the Ukraine, it's always been my home. Every part of the city has some portion of my life embedded into it from the precinct where I made my career on the Upper West Side to the small swingset in a park in SoHo where it feels like nearly every important moment in my adult life has been played out.

As I approach nearly five months in this time and on this ship, the little things that I often took for granted in my city really are coming back to me and making me wish I could go back and experience them all over again.