fleeting

So let me begin with a profound excuse as to why I am not able to write or blog about anything- it’s because writing is something you can’t fake. It requires a genuine inspiration. And this time, I am writing simply because I am driven by my fears- of time perhaps and everything that’s fleeting.

Working in a cruise ship has a lot to do with it. Everything seems to happen so fast and somehow, it manages to affect my very perception of reality. The reality is I am about to spend my 2^nd month here at the Carnival Dream. Somewhere and sometime while sailing from the home port in New Orleans, Louisiana to the Caribbean Sea and back, I already managed to:

      1. Lock myself out of my own cabin

    2. Find my way to the morgue when I made a wrong turn (on my way to pick up my laundry at around 3am)

     3. Sleep for over 12 hours on days off.

   4. But I still haven’t met someone who is as enthusiastic as me about tennis or badminton or about DIY interior design, among other things

But here it is! My first attempt at getting a grip of my life here aboard and to conquering my fear.

I’m back in the game