10/14/2005
I come to this place each day; a box labeled from the outside with my name. One foot in front of the other, I make strides towards a temporary end, the last day in a five day excursion. I've stopped wondering who booked this trip, it seems I've wasted too much time looking at brochures that paint pretty pictures of places that don't really exist. Sometimes I wonder if the price I paid was too high; I should have shopped around instead of relying on a travel agent. But the ship has left it's port and we're setting sail, I can't help but look towards the shore; it's a long way to swim. Can I hold my breath long enough to make it back? Will someone throw me a life preserver when they see me drowning? Sometimes these trips go by quickly, sometimes it seems they will never end. There's not much to explore, this ship is large but I'm faceless to the crew - it's not their job to entertain me. I bide my time, speaking when spoken to, offering useless knowledge to other lost passengers all the while waiting for our return to port. I've tried to make my box comfortable for my stay. I've strewn pictures around the walls to remind me that a life exists outside of this one. Often I put on my headphones to drown out the sound of waves crashing against the hull, that sound can drive you mad if you let it. I should have taken a pill to stop me from getting sea sick, the motion - back and forth - back and forth, it can knock you off balance. And so I wait, for five days to pass - all the while anticipating the last day from the very first one. When it happens I'll be ready to run ashore without looking back - because I know my return is inevitable; I have a round trip ticket. "Watch your step as you exit," the captain announces over the loud speaker. "Those steps can be hazardous."
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Have a great weekend :)
PS the weather in NY sucks, its been raining non stop for the past week.
Good post, networkchic