Changes

Consider for a minute, that you find yourself living in isolation.  For seven months you get to interact with maybe sixty other people or so.  Then consider that three of those months are spent with 15 other people, and no one else.  Add to that the fact you can travel no more than two miles in any direction. 
To be sitting in my room and consider that the orange boat on the pier will be leaving in a day, and with it 95% of your "family" with it.  That is a hard thing to take.  Not only that but they are replaced with a bunch of new faces, some of which you know but most you do not.
That is my world right now, in ways the ship removes me from the isolation I've been feeling the past few months, but it also at times feels like it makes it worse.
When you have the number of people you live with all of a sudden just triple, you find yourself sometimes doing all you can to hide and escape, to go back to your small world.  It's not that these people aren't cool people and a joy to work and live with, I'm sure.  No it is the fact that they are not your people. Everything that has been your everyday life is changing, and some times it is a harder thing then you may think.
The only way some one not on station could picture it would be like this:
Sitting in you home you get a phone call, "hey come out here and help me park, the voice on the other line says". You open the door to see your crazy brother, driving a converted school bus, of the short kind. As you help him park and hope to hell he doesn't run you or your lawn gnome down you notice a bunch of faces pressed on the windows of the bus. You brother gets out and tells you your family will be leaving in a few days, and in it's place he's leaving a group of gypsies who will take there place while you stay behind for a short time. While the gypsies are nice, and do most of the things you family did, they don't do it the same way. At times this gets on your nerves greatly at times.
When your family packs and loads into the bus, you need to go and help you brother get out of the driveway, and as he drifts down the road, you jump into the middle of the road to get one last look before they drive out of sight.
Even if you know you will soon follow them your family is now gone, and you are left to adjust to the ways of the gypsies. Because there is not changing their ways to fit you, it is you who must adjust.

But the Best part of the changes is the fact that I get to leave soon, get to see MY family again. But I am also feeling this urge to just get in a car, on a motorcycle, what ever and just go someplace any place but home.
As much as I want to see the people I miss and love, I don't know if I can just stay in one place much longer, my legs they need to be stretched.