Day one of ten interminable days of crossing the Pacific to Hawaii. It seems an infinite stretch of time, the longest test of endurance yet to be administered in my short life. I'm even missing Thanksgiving and my mom's birthday. There are also five time changes on this crossing, five times we lose an hour of sleep before we collect on our sacrifice and reap an entire repeat day. Am I only being whiny? Yes, at least partly. There's a real dip in feeling here, in this space. It's a time when we as a shipboard community really don't have much else to concentrate on but each other. We rock back and forth, and instead of being soothed or transported I am simply annoyed and my head hurts. The voyage, for all intents and purposes, is over. We've even visited our last international port for goodness sake. And yet here we are, and we have to be at it and on it for another month. 'Sigh'. I'm the one traveling and yet I feel the world is passing me by, and that I've put my life on hold.
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