“Joan! Did you see the sunset?!” Ari yelled from the other side of the galley.
“Huh?” I asked confused, as I started picking up the entree plates from the Chef’s counter, “What sunset?”
Glancing at the porthole, I saw tinges of orange, purple, and yellow on the horizon. As the ship moved, the alps came into view– believe me when I say that I had not seen anything more breathtaking. The last rays from the sun shone from behind the mountain range. For a split second, I felt more alive than I had ever been in months.
For many reasons, working on this ship had become a struggle for me. It took me several weeks to adjust. From having an adventurous lifestyle, I went to the extreme opposite and barely did anything but work, eat, and sleep. You could say I turned dormant. This ship has taken so much from me. And I had developed a disliking for it as a mouse dislikes a cat.
I had not written anything in a long time. In fact, I have been inexistent virtually. I think it is time again to do what keeps me sane. Because I am about to forget why I came here in the first place. And I am about to forget the familiar feeling of happiness.
Please do not ask me again how it is like to work on a cruise ship, because I have many terrible things to say. Instead, I will write about the wonderful people I have met, the fascinating sights I have seen, and the exciting things I have experienced while visiting the places this ship had been to.
In the next few weeks, I will try my best to share vivid accounts of my travels.
For the most part, it feels like I had just been stirred awake from a bad dream. Good morning.