waiting on ice

You may have guessed, from my rash of blog entries, that I have a bit of time on my hands. I do.

The sun is sinking in the sky; we're only a couple days away from the first official sunset after summer.

My bags are packed and checked in. I spent my last night in McMurdo and met up with friends at breakfast. I have passed my room inspection and made preliminary travel plans with Storey and friends in Auckland. And now I wait.

The weather is bad. I woke up to a flight delay and now we are canceled for 24 hours; though their is a weather system rolling in. I really don't mind. I like storms and I do not have to work today, but I still get paid for the day. I am enjoying one more day of not making decisions, not paying for food, or transportation, or lodging, or travel.

I have been having a difficult time seperating myself from the idea of being in a safe closed environment like Antarctica. I sit, anticipating a new job and possibly a new career path this summer, but have little direction right now. That being said, I do hope to be back in the "living" world soon. I can't wait to see plants, and children, and night. I look forward to being free from work for a bit of time, spending some time with my friends, and exploring the Great Barrier Reef in Australia! It's a bitter-sweet departure.

“Yet you get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love, but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.” -- Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran --