In a few more hours almost everyone I know on this ship will depart. Friends come and go on cruise ships like passing clouds in the sky. You meet people exchange contact information but in reality the odds of ever seeing that person again is very slim. The more likely scenario they become another friend on your facebook profile. And maybe on days when you’re at home feeling alone or bored surfing the internet you’ll see what they’ve been up to with their lives and reflect upon the past.
The closer I get to leaving, I feel myself becoming more detached. I’m excited to be going home soon, but at the same time I can’t help but feel a certain degree of sadness. I will miss the people I’ve gotten to know. I will miss the craziness of a particular South African girl who did an adequate job messing with my head. If she’s reading this blog I’m sure she knows what I’m talking about. Shame on you.
I decided to work on a cruise ship with the idea that I could live a lifestyle just like Ernest Hemingway only to be disappointed when that wasn’t the case. No regrets. But hey at least I put myself out there. Sometimes I go to bed and think to myself how the hell did I wind up here. And then I fall asleep and realize how lucky I am to be a participant in this crazy game called LIFE.
