So I have been totally lag on writing my blog. It goes to show what the life en route can do. A friend on the ship said you age three times faster working on the ship. I don’t think it was that we aged faster it is just that life is so jam packed with experience it can be confused with aging faster. I kept saying I’ll write tomorrow and here it is nine months or more. I did think about writing, but then I could not decide how to catch up. I laugh now in the realization, there is no catching up to my life.
Every conversation I have I cannot help but begin my contribution with a comment such as, “When I was in…” I catch myself saying this and wonder, is it a necessary statement. It certainly sets the stage, but could it be misconstrued as elitist. It certainly comes from a placement memory, not a neener neener standpoint. I find conversation difficult not to dominate too. No matter what everyone is interested in the perfection of my life traveling the world experiencing so many wonderful things. I cannot help but glow in my reflective answers to the many questions. I get no sympathy either.
Life always in motion is difficult and life at sea does have its difficulties. Often, being human I must look for the flaw in perfection. I must try to complain in some way otherwise it’d be un-American. So I reflect on the times I thought about how nice it would be to wake up in the same city you went to sleep in. Then I think about all the truly amazing things I’ve done and I begin to list them: sightseeing in Paris, Clubbing in St. Petersburg, exploring the roof-tops of Stockholm, kayaking the fjords of Norway, eating pasta in Italy, pizza in Naples, being in my middle of the Atlantic with nothing around, river tubing in Jamaica, power snorkeling in Grand Caymen, and everyday is a new thing to do and see and life is coming at you from every which way and then you realize in the shade of cupola of Florence that that day, is just another day. *sigh*
Somehow I wonder when will I ever live in reality. Is it true that at my tender young age of 30ish that I have traveled all across 49 of 50 United States, Canada, and Mexico, that I have toured in Peru and South Africa, that I have lived in Italy on two separate occasions, and that by this time next year I will have been to 40 countries and over 200 cities.
So while I may lag in writing, I do not lag in material. I promise to tell stories and share. It would be selfish of me not to.
