Coming Home… Finally
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5 min readFeb 10, 2019
It was a beautiful morning as I made my way to the galley of my ship for breakfast. Growing up on a farm in Kansas, breakfast was my favorite part of the day because the world is just beginning to come alive. The galley smells of bacon frying, and the sound of eggs sizzling always reminds me of home. This morning was no exception.
I had just finished and was going back for another cup of coffee when a commotion topside grabbed…
