So long, cruel world... My bags are packed and I just can't believe it. I accepted the offer to sail with S@S in March, and yet somehow here I am confronting my plans with incredulity. It's only now becoming real that I am about to sail the globe again. I'm living the dream!
The summer in DC went quickly, like a movie montage, something that I would have sworn was impossible -- no one gets more annoyed than I thinking about those picture-perfect, musically scored, flurries across the screen -- but that's just the way it went. I was only arriving minutes ago it seems and now I'm waving goodbye to friends and family.
My to do list has stopped multiplying like a six-headed Hydra monster, and now that I've finished packing and cleaning there is an ominous silence in my head. It's the waiting. I'm only counting the hours until just before dawn when I'll begin lugging my entire life behind me on wheels, boarding a train, and chug-chugging away. Tick tock.
There are the inevitable questions: what will I find? Who will I meet? What stories will I have to tell? Those are familiar to me, as I've done this before. But then there are twice as many new ones: How will I do this job well? How can I best serve the students? What will it be like to sail on a new ship? How has the program changed in 9 years? No answers yet, only a building anticipation, a gathering of passion and energy to dive in and life out the answers. Life really is a wheel. There I was, Fall 2000, and here I am Fall 2009. And if you never stop waving goodbye.... you're waving hello again. Hello world!
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