Right before i got here to the ship, everyone kept asking me what i was going to do about sea sickness, to which my constant reply was "dramamine...hahah just kidding. i don't get sea sick!"
So here I am on the Ocean so big and blue, on a large, LARGE boat, and it feels constantly like there is a rolling earthquake under my feet. I've felt dizzy and disoriented most of the day.
It will go away and then creep back and then go away and creep right back, just like the rolling ocean underneath my feet is seems...
In other news, I'm on a boat.
In even more news, I must admit, i had no idea what to expect. I feel scared and nervous and alone. I feel like i'm an alien on a foreign planet where all of the native groundlings are staring at me in awe and disbelief, wondering what far away place i've come from. I spent most of the day today tucked away in my cabin (which is actually pretty awesome), putting my clothes in the closets and droors, hanging jewelry, placing perfumes and lotions in a neat and tidy rows, putting up pictures, organizing the bathroom, wishing i had an area rug and watching School of Rock with Jack Black (by the bye, i've got my own cabin, my own bathroom, my own double bed, desk and tv with cable...all very cool things)
...BUT, i still feel quite solitary. Everytime i look at my phone and want to make a call, i realize i can't. My only real connection to San Diego (as of now) is Facebook and blogging.
I know i will make friends (in fact i've already been invited to a crew party tonight [i think it was a pity invite, but i'm gonna latch onto it!]) but i know it's gonna take more than 8 hours. Unfortunately, i'm not one used to 8 hours of not knowing/communicating with a soul.
It's GOOD FOR ME. I know i'm going to love this. In fact, there are already a ton of things that are piquing my interest and making me excited to be here. It's just going to be lonely for a while. And different.
But hell, when have I not loved different?
Bon Voyage, my friends! Until next time :)
Allegrasings
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