Back out there

[Hubbel]

I couldn't stand it anymore. Yes, it was beautiful, breathtaking even. At least the first few times. Time and repetition erode even the most blissful experience. I had spent all this time dreaming about getting there. All the hauling, scanning, even killing, just to get my permit. And now I knew I had to leave. This was not it. I needed to get back into the void. I had the old girl put to storage, back when I arrived. Showing a lack of conviction, maybe, or, come to think of it, proving foresight for once. A few months later I started picturing her in her storage box, waiting for me to change my mind. As soon as I got the confirmation for her launch bay slot, I canceled my lease and packed my stuff, and was on a transport to Abe three hours later. There she was, my Cobra, with a dent on her left wing from when I was ogling Earth instead of paying attention to the station's docking slot. The mechanic must have missed it, or maybe he just didn't give a damn after listening to me blathering on and on about finally getting there. Once out of mass lock, I spun around, to take it in one last time. A pleasant chill ran down my spine, not because of the view. Never before had the spooling hum of the frame shift drive felt that good. I sat back and relaxed, and as the hyperspace jump countdown marked the end of my two years in Sol, I began thinking about where to go next.