Beyond the Sea

13Jul08

 

 

 

I miss the ocean. Not the beach…I’m not into the whole South Padre/South Beach/Hunnington Beach scene. I mean the ocean, like miles out at sea. I miss being out there on the ocean. To me a perfect morning would be on a ship. Waking up before dawn, grabbing a warm mug of coffee. Black coffee…straight cup of joe. It’s just a little chilly so sweats, and a ballcap work for the morning attire. Sitting in the fog at the bow of the ship waiting for little glimmer of light to shine on the eastern horizon. You can feel how fast the ship is going. The waves crashing below. You feel so small compared to the sea…the world. You feel so far away from your everday problems. Then your problems seem so frivilous compared to how big the world is and how you are such a small part of it. And at the same time you feel like you can do anything. It hard to explain…you feel so humble compared to the ocean, but confident like you’re a part of it. Yeah, I really want to go sailing…soon.

This January I’ll be in the Eastern Caribbean for a week….on the new Celebrity Solstice with my family. Hopefully I’ll be able to go out again during Spring Break. I’m coutning down the days.

I miss fishing too. I guess nobody would think so, but I love fishing. My dad and I would fish all the time when my great aunt lived at her old house. Her house was on the Tennessee River, literally. We just walked down the pier there and would look out…I would just sit there all day. Usually my dad and I would get up around 5 or 6 and fish. That is one of my favorite memories with my dad. I loved when we’d catch a fish…I was afraid at first, but I loved taking the fish off the hook. I know, weird. But I always loved getting dirty playing outside as a kid. You know it was a good day if your mom had to spray you down with a hose before you could go inside. Anyways, dad and I caught mostly bass. We’d also drink coffee when we’d fish. I wanted to be like him so asked, at the age of 8, if I could drink coffee. He said only if I drank it black, he said that was the only way a real man drinks coffee. So I grabbed the mug, and that’s how I drink it now. Of course I love all the other kinds of coffee which I usually order, but a straight black coffee always brings back good memories. We always joke about how “the man”.

My brother learned to sail when he went to school in Florida. Maybe if I had been a guy, I would have been interested in the maritime academy…lol. We did some sailing together in Curacao. But it would be nice to sail again sometime. Maybe he’ll get his own schooner one day, or something.

I hope one day where ever I end up living, it’s near the ocean. Growing up near the ocean, all of our family cruises, and fishing and spending time on the lake with family, has really made me fall in love with the sea. When I was younger, if anyone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up it was a mermaid. I just wanted to live in the water. Well, maybe if I audition for Disney they’ll let me be Ariel. Wouldn’t that be funny? Or maybe I’ll audition to dance on a cruise line. Who knows? There are a ton of things I love…which can be confusing…but the ocean is definitely up there.

I can’t stop talking about water. Is that a bad thing? I just want to go. Somewhere. Anywhere.

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