Bisou: With Time Comes Change

On ships, we never expect things to last. Friends leave, assignments end and your memories become a folder on your computer but then someone lasts and it changes everything. It is scary though when something goes from temporary to long-lasting and meeting Julian was not any different. Continue reading

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Just Like in Real life, Not the Movies

We walked to his room with sparks between us that could probably be seen from miles away, but I felt the pressure of what might await at saying goodbye. I was away in my own mind when we made it to his door. He took my hands in his and pulled me close. As I snapped out of my head, I could feel his breathing next to my cheek, his face moving to meet mine, our hearts pounding as we locked eyes with each other, an irresistible urge to give in. I said sorry and ran away. Continue reading

What Mom Doesn’t Know

“Love you to the moon and back” is what is inscribed in the necklace that reminds me that I have someone who waits for me back home. I am no stranger to traveling or being away from home for months at a time yet there are times while it seems that I am having the time of my life that I would like some time with my mom. Continue reading

No Promises

It was one lucky afternoon that we found each other on the dance floor, and one simple question that ensured we would be at dinner a couple of days later. Strange how two people come to meet on a ship, and the benefits this enclosed space affords. Meeting someone on the ship means not being able to run away from them, seeing them around day and night, and having in theory 24 hours of every day to get to know them. So in theory to make friends on a ship you need to be good at time management. Continue reading

Soul Letters

My mom has always said that I am an old soul, that I seem to have been born in the wrong decade or century. I read newspapers, I write poetry, I read books, all things that are not closely related to our generation. My generation seems to be ingrained in technology and living their lives on social media, I also take part in these actions, but for the most part I always hide behind my words. I have always felt more comfortable expressing myself in writing, discovering new worlds through literature or writing an article for the newspaper in pen, before it ever makes it to the screen. I like the feel and the look of words on paper, it is like no other. Continue reading

A Moment Like This

As I am looking at the coast of Spain, a voice tells me to take a step on the edge and stand up. I listen and let myself feel the breeze of the ocean on my face, as I lay one foot on the edge and then another. I look out at the vast space in front of me and realize that I am surrounded by darkness even when the sky is lit up with stars. The moment, however, is anything but dark. In my mind I felt free, I had chosen to let things just be. Continue reading