trying to not rock the, um, apartment

Back on land.
Back on sturdy land.
Back on sturdy land that doesn't rock.

Well, sort of. It took a bit of time for my brain to catch on to the fact that things weren't rocking anymore. When I awoke after my first night back on terra firma, I could feel the rising and falling of the room. In the shower that morning I turned sideways to brace myself, the shower was rocking back and forth. It was my first ever case of the "dock rocks", a term I've heard many times but could not find on in my 45 second search of the internet. Basically, it's the sensation that things are still rocking even though you're back on land.

The trip itself was a good one. The first few days were tough, but on the morning that I had to start working, the seas got a little bit calmer and my queasiness subsided. That meant I could enjoy a glass of water, or a coffee, or some juice, and that I could focus on my work. For the first time ever, I got over sea sickness before getting off a ship. Woo.