Today is my last day in Australia and the countdown is on. I am homesick for my husband and home aboard Miss Catana. The confusing side of my homesickness is when with my children and family I change my tune and don’t want to leave. Plus the luxuries of home life such as long showers, automatic washing machines, driving a car and being in easy contact with friends and family. Australian beaches make me happy for being here. However for the most part I have been counting down the days to my return.
I Hate Missing Out
“Being here” while my Captain is “over there” means I feel like I am constantly missing out. Missing out on adventures like my favourite spot in Italy, missing out on 70 knot winds over 4 hours while anchored.
Mediterranean Storm 70 knots! Crazy True story.
The Mediterranean suffered a mini cyclone or Medicane last week, a terrible outcome with at least twenty people killed and untold damage to property.
Miss Catana was anchored in what the pilot book describes as a fully protected Spanish harbour, even though strong winds were predicted we were content with the anchor hold and the spot in general. That is until the midnight hour came. The night was bedlam with all boats dragging, boats smashing into other boats, some ending up on the beach, rocks, and worse still the bottom.
By a stroke of luck our boat had 4 extra adults aboard all experienced, it was this fact according to my Captain that meant our boat came out of the experience without major damage. Gaz said the experience was intense and his brother who works full time at sea, said it was the most out of control experience he has ever had with decades of life on the ocean. It must have been serious when they had a discussion on how to keep the kids safe if they had to abandon ship. I am looking forward to hearing the full details once on board.
I did ask if anyone managed to capture a photo or video, but this was met with a cool remark of don’t be ridiculous.
So 70 knots is one of the things I missed, but being back in Australia meant I had other cool things to do besides see family and friends.
7 Things I Realise I Have Missed From Home
1. Beaches – Not one European beach has come even close to an ordinary beach at home.
2. Wildlife – Everywhere we go I see birds and native animals, admittedly much of the wildlife is dead on the side of the road, but there’s still heaps to see. On the ocean not 5 kms out, are schools of thousands of dolphins, whales and massive waiting to be caught. The lack of bird and sea life in the Mediterranean is sad.
3. Standard of Living – Australians live well. It’s taken time away to highlight just how good we have it here in the land of Oz.
4. Fast Internet –Never again am I going to complain about fast easy internet access.
5. Well Maintained Public Spaces – with the exception of France, no other Mediterranean country has come close to offering the clean public spaces of home. Parks, beaches, walkways are everywhere across our country.
6. The Quick Escape – Oh how I miss a few minutes walk and being in the bush or on a beach, being on your own without crowds and masses of people. Tasmania the best place in the world to live – True.
7. Dollar – I have loved buying with our dollar and not needing to do a calculation each time and thinking about how our dollar’s value has crashed in the last year. Being home is great value and the choice in the supermarkets is extraordinary.
I Need To Get Back To The Boat Because
Living in a material world makes you want material things. When I saw the ad for the new iPhone 6 I really really really wanted one. I’m now looking for a reason as to why I need one…..
I am now watching Reality TV rather than making it. Have to confess whilst being home I have been watching reality television. I know it is sad that my new favourite show is called Gogglebox. This is I the viewer watching real people watching TV shows and reviewing what’s on. It’s brilliant fun, however, watching other people watch telly is like taking drugs. It is wrong and I have to stop.
We have an ocean to cross. Our boat is currently en route to Canet en Roussillon, getting some minor repairs and engine maintenance, will also touch base with friends. This is the final stop before we travel out of the Mediterranean en route to the British Virgin Islands. We have thousands of miles to travel before we cross to the British Virgin Islands, of which I know nothing about.
I miss my Man. This is the best reason to go home. Going from 24/7 together to hardly managing a phone call is quite a shock. Truth is I feel life is less without his presence. Plus I laugh less without all that bad Dad joke humour in my life. My day of arrival happens to be my birthday, so Happy Birthday to me and I have lots of reasons to celebrate!
Life Is Short
I was shocked while in Tassie to find out a colleague of mine who worked with me for many years had died with an aggressive brain tumour. From diagnosis to death, it was over in less than a year. How shitty is that.
As I reflect, I remember a beautiful gentle person who loved life and loved the people close to her. I think of her learning Italian in preparation for a trip of a lifetime that didn’t happen, with a partner left behind. I remember her being vegetarian to remain healthy and doing what she believed in. I remember her loving a man who like my own, loved the sea, planning to sail the world’s oceans, we had conversations and discussions on life and love.
The fact I didn’t know of her passing, and found out in a pretty shocking manner, meant that I am still dealing with the whole concept of her dearth. Truth is none of us will escape death and the number of days given is unknown so we have to make the best of it.
For this Miss I am trying my best.