MY SHIP LIFE: MY “AMAZING”

I can never seem to stay in one place for too long.  I can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or one of concern.  I know that the state of my bank account is concerning as a result of my worldly travels, but with my personal life being split between three countries (US, England, and UAE), and my job taking me new places everyday, I just can’t hold still.  I do my best and sincerely hope I am coming out of this as enriched as possible with more to show than just a full passport of stamps.  That is one main reason for me doing my utmost to maintain this blog, although I am not always doing the greatest job of it.  I want to allow myself to focus and write about the positives I am confronted with, despite the fact that I go months on end without a home cooked meal, a workless day, or a night on the town with the ladies.

With all the stresses that comes with travel and ship life, I have to keep reminding myself that I have a great life.  From the outside looking in, most people tell me how wonderful my life is and that it is beautiful how I have been able to grasp and take advantage of so many amazing opportunities, and it’s true that I am very fortunate.  I don’t doubt that for a minute.  But that said, I feel like things are always happening so quickly for me.  I am coming and going and moving and shaking all the time.  Seasons go by without me even seeing or feeling the effects of each one.  And the order of the seasons?!  Yeah right!  And most painfully, my amazing younger cousins, all of whom I ADORE, are getting so big and I feel like I’m missing so much of their lives.

It is not my goal to sound like a depressed, pessimistic, downer and I apologize if my thoughts are coming across as such.  My only intention with this is to share a bit of how my physical life affects my emotional one.  I don’t want anyone to be under the false impression that my life is full of rainbows and sunshine – yes, there is so much happiness and excitement that I intentionally surround myself with but there are also countless storms and days of rough seas; hours spent waiting at airports for gut wrenching, turbulent flights; and tear-filled goodbyes.  There are hardships that accompany my lifestyle and I merely want to bring light to those so that on days when I have been run ragged chasing children around for 10 hours a day, I know that people here and there and near and far who love me can appreciate how hard I work for my “amazing life.”

To conclude my stream of thought, I do LOVE my memories and my travel experiences both that I have accomplished and those that await me, but for those people who would drop anything to undergo a life of constant travel on ships, please first take a moment to appreciate your ability to sleep in on Sundays; whip up your favorite dinner; spontaneously meet up with friends for bowling or laser tag; and take on impromptu dance battles with your cousins on the Wii.  Those moments are so worth cherishing.

You don’t always have to be on the go to enjoy and take advantage of the excitement of your life.  Please remember that.

Rant over.  Thanks for reading.

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2 thoughts on “MY SHIP LIFE: MY “AMAZING”

  1. Well written, and I get the title now. I wasn’t sure where you were going with that.

    Love you! and, just try sitting still for more than a few days. I bet it would drive you nuts!

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  2. Well said Kayleigh. You are right, we don’t see the other side of your lifestyle and are sometimes jealous of your adventures. Travel when you must knowing you have a home (or 3) to come where you are always welcome and loved. – Aunt Netts

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