Sitting at lunch today, we were trying to process the fact that we’ve been moving for the past three and half months.
Not just figuratively moving, literally in motion—be it running around in port or life on the ship—we’ve always been on the move.
We laughed about how weird it will be to sit in class without the rocking, to eat dinner without the rocking, to try and fall asleep at night without the up and down, back and forth motion we’ve come to know so well. Allie and I have memorized the hum of the engines, and the color gradient of sunset after sunset sitting outside on deck 6 aft. We know well the white caps that greet us each morning when we open the window shade.
But now it’s time to say goodbye, and learn how to be still again.
There is an end to every season.
Love. Anna
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