Everyone has memories associated with specific places - travellers more so than others. For me, this ship held some great memories and some good times though after having been gone for a few years and returned I find it's not the place I remembered. Things aren't the same and the great times I had here are harder to relive than I had thought they would be.
I'm not sure what it is - many of the same people are here but it's just not the same. Maybe it's the memories of things that didn't go so well here. Maybe it's other people here, maybe its me. How does a place once so happy become a place that I can't wait to be away from?
It's a question I've been thinking of a lot lately. Maybe it's that I'm in six weeks of stressful charters and audits; maybe not. Who am I kidding, I know exactly what it is.