It’s happening! I’m going sailing on the Eagle from New London, CT to Savannah, GA. I don’t think it’s sunk in, even now that I’m leaving tomorrow night. Once I got the official word that I’d been accepted, it was a mad rush getting plane tickets while dealing with school. Of course it’s midterm season, so every class has an essay or midterm due in the next couple weeks. I’ll have to take two midterms and write an essay the week I get back, and I’m still working on an essay to turn in before I leave. But, my professors have been very accommodating and understanding, which I do appreciate.
I’ll be flying into Boston (with a two-hour layover in DC) Thursday morning and then taking the train down to New London where I’ll join the ship. It’s my first time travelling alone, yet I’m not nervous. I keep telling myself that I should be nervous, but, again, I don’t think it’s hit me yet. I’m going to be updating my Twitter while I’m travelling, but once the ship is underway I doubt I’ll have any cell service. We’ll be making port in Savannah on the fifteenth, and I’ll be flying back home the next evening.
I’m excited to be sailing offshore again. Summer seems like so long ago, but I really feel like this is what I want to do with my life. After a couple of months ashore, I almost start to lose the feeling of living aboard a ship. I remember it fondly, but the atmosphere begins to fade. I can’t wait to get that feeling back, and on a (mostly) unfamiliar ship! Though I do remember what it’s like to set foot on land again, afterward. It feels sort of useless. I wonder what the point to all this (mainly school) is when living on a ship is so fulfilling. Don’t get me wrong, I like land well enough. I have some fun classes at school, I enjoy seeing my lubberly friends (that’s right, I called you guys lubbers), I like some television and the internet, and long hot showers are very nice, but I always feel like a part of me is missing in the days after leaving a ship. I’m brought back to my favourite quote: “It isn’t that life ashore is distasteful to me. But life at sea is better.” (Sir Francis Drake) I like my life ashore, but when I’m sailing on a tall ship with a good captain and crew and a clear horizon all around, I can’t help but feel like I’m home.
Anyway. I’ll post a new entry when I get back (which may not be for a few weeks after that, with all the schoolwork I’ll have to catch up on).