We're living on a ship in Bronx, New York. The worst part about that is either the food, the sleeping quarters, or the smell, depending on who you ask. I personally think the absense of coziness is most devastating. The best part is the view. Just after sunrise we walk along the deck to go eat breakfast in the mess hall. Maybe it's the smog that makes the colors linger so pronounced behind the full Manhattan skyline.
It's those little things...
In only a week we'll be on the road again. Vicksburg-bound for a transitional period before winter break. There's no place like home for the holidays :)
