Well, 77 days is enough for me. I'm done. Heading home tomorrow. Got a pit stop to make.
I'm feeling more than the usual "Holy crap I stayed too long. What was I thinking?" I'm actually feeling damage from doing a 10-week stint. I think that's the price of access and familiarity- being 120 days on a ship, cut off in all ways from home with the exceptions of the odd port call- that you can adjust to, but here, being completely immersed in the numerous ways in which physical separation is a daily and even hourly trial... well, that's just hard.
Anyhow, I'm going home to sweep up the pieces and put things back together. Everything goes to rust, given time, and it's time to see to my real life. Yay!