Anyway, the other day, I finished up my 7 month season with Wanderbird. Wanderbird was a Dutch fishing trawler built in 1963 and about ten years ago my captains, R and K (husband and wife) bought her and refitted her as an expedition cruise ship. So, we took passengers for one to three weeks at a time on different legs of our trip up North. I saw incredible things that I may never see again and I went places that I may never go again, but I'll never forget any of it.
That's enough about the guests. Although they were a big part of my time on Wanderbird, the most meaningful parts were the things that went on in my own mind. Throwing yourself headfirst into something completely new (oh yeah- did I mention that as of last April I had had exactly zero experience working on boats?) can fuel some major change and self-discovery. The hard part is articulating what that self-discovery involved. I've definitely become more mature, and I've developed a greater sense of excitement for life and for others' lives as well. There are a lot of other little things about myself that have changed, but I can't quite put a finger on exactly what they are. I just know that I feel different. I see the world differently and I see people differently. I think I just might be one step closer to really 'getting it.' You know, understanding a bit more about how things are supposed to work.
All this change is stressful, albeit exciting. One big realization that I had about halfway through my time on Wanderbird was that I didn't want to study film anymore. I had studied screenwriting at Emerson College in Boston for a year and a half before taking a leave of absence to have my adventure, and I loved it. I'm still interested in it, but I've realized that it's not how I want to spend the rest of my life. Over the course of the season, I felt myself being more and more drawn towards music and languages. I've played piano for 12 years or so, and I always knew that it (and music in general) would always be an important part of my life. I didn't realize exactly how important piano was until I didn't have it for 7 months. That was tough. Along the same lines, I love speaking Spanish. I took it for four years in high school, but unfortunately, Emerson didn't have any advanced classes in Spanish or music. During my travels, I started picking up words in Inuktitut (an Inuit language I heard in Labrador), Greenlandic, Danish and French (we spent a lot of time on a French island off the coast of Newfoundland called St. Pierre). I realized how much fun it was to communicate (or at least try to) with people in other languages, even though I didn't really speak those languages at all. I started to really become aware of the different languages and forms of communication in the world and it all fascinated me. Still does.
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So now the next step is to figure out where I can feed these new passions, where I can be happy. It's an exciting prospect not to know what's coming next (7 months ago I never would have said that), but I'm also really excited to figure that out. Right now, I'm looking for schools that not only have programs that I'm looking for, but also will enrich my life in more ways than just academically. But on the other hand, who knows? Maybe I'll find some other wonderful opportunity and the world will call me elsewhere in my next chapter.
So here we go...
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