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I spent the greater part of April cruising the Caribbean with my boyfriend. He loves cruising. It's our fourth this year, and my fifth, overall. Probably his forty-fifth or something, but he lost track long ago. Anyway.

I love the things like: not having to cook, clean, do laundry, work, etc. I lost my patience for some of the other bits, not too long ago. Like: being awakened every morning by the sound of a vacuum cleaner banging against my cabin door. The sound of drunken assholes banging around the hallways at 3:30 am. Trying to understand people speaking English with a thick Indonesian accent. Being referred to as "guys, guys, guys" everywhere I go (not at all a "cool" way to address ladies in the southern US, where I grew up) (in fact, the insistence that Caribbean and/or Central American people have on repeating everything is so antithetic to the way I was reared that I have to fight the instinct to be irritated by it). Constantly being verbally harangued at every port to take a sightseeing tour or have my hair braided or buy some crap made in China.

Oh, I know: whine, whine, whine about your luxury problems. Indeed. I'm just reminding myself how much I appreciate being home, is all.