Home Sweet Home

My last day of my big trip has come. That was quick. But it was time to go home. I was really looking forward to get back, see Yuni and all my other friends again. I was looking forward to lie on the couch and watch Netflix and get up when to get a cup of my own tea.
To make sure I don't miss my train or ship, I got up with plenty of time to spare at 7 am.
I was ready at 8 and went to Euston train station to get my tickets and some coffee and a muffin. It was nice to sit in the coffee shop, use the internet and enjoy the sunny Wednesday morning with the busy working people rushing to get their train to the office. My thoughts were "I am going home now"

Sitting on the train, looking out the window the feeling of the journey came up again. Seeing the landscape pass by with some rock'n'roll in the ears is simply the best way to travel. I also used some of the four hours on the train to catch up on my blog a bit. I am really far behind now.
When we finally got to Holyhead I had a couple of minutes to kill and got a Mountain Dew and a Snickers before checking in and boarding the MV Ulysses (of Irish Ferries). I found a spot at the window with a nice view and very soon after we already set sail and course due West.
I tried to use the bit of time on board, while we were crossing the Irish Sea with some more blogging but very soon the tiredness of the past couple of days (or should I say seven months) came over me and I had a nap on the generous couch looking out over the bow.

When I woke up again, the coastline Ireland was already in sight. Howth and the two Chimneys of Poolbeg Power Station came closer. I was nearly home.
It was a bright sunny day, even in Ireland.

I was really excited to be back and it was just as I planned it. It is just cooler to arrive on a ferry than on Ryanair flight.

For the cheery arrival I went up on deck, the sun felling warm and the wind blowing in my face.
My Meteor SIM started to connect again... but I was out of credit and couldn't make any calls.
But I could receive calls, as I did from Yuni. She was stuck on Strand road with the car.
When I disembarked, I picked up my bag from the luggage belt, I was back on Irish soil, and I felt a bit like a lost sailor. Yuni was still on the way to the Harbour and all the other guests of the ship had left already. So, I threw my backpack on the ground leaned my head on it and lay down in the sun... waiting for the arrival of my Schatz.

And after a while the little red Mini showed up at the end of the road and grew bigger. We were reunited and I was back home.