3 months, 23 days, 11 hours and 46 minutes. That's the time that has passed since my last dive. Ok, ok... Perhaps not exactly, but for someone used to scuba diving each weekend it still feels like an eternity. Me and partner bought a house this year, which meant selling my old apartment and moving out. The big 'but' in this story is that our new house is still being build. So all our stuff is stored in a storage facility. Including all my dive gear.
Currently we are living with a friend in his apartment. We have a small room to ourselves, but as you can guess it's not big enough to store my dive gear dry. Let a lone space to rinse it after a dive and an area to let it dry up. This means that I haven't made a dive since my last one in Fujairah (United Arab Emirates).
Before all this I was in the water almost every weekend. Scuba diving means something different to everyone. For me scuba diving is almost like meditating, it relaxes me and powers up my batteries. I can't say I'm addicted to scuba diving (well almost perhaps haha) but I do miss my watery moments a lot!
I'm counting down the day till my first dive again. 6 weeks and 1 day... And yes, this isn't guess... ;)