In thirty days or so, I will be headed back to a USS UNDERWAY (not a real name…but you get where I’m going with this). My mind is racing all over the place. The last time I was on a ship my oldest daughter was young and lived full time with her dad. She wasn’t with me all the time so I missed her but I could put it out of mind. It will be a different story this time around. This time when that huge aircraft carrier pulls away from the pier, I know that at home I will have three young kids that will definitely know if I’m not at home or not. Will I be able to block them out of my mind good enough so that I can handle my business? Is it cold of me to never have pictures of them hanging in my rack so that I don’t see them?
What happens when I’m onboard? It’s been a long time since I have been to sea. Will I be sea sick? Will I get lost? Would I be less courageous if I were to say that being on a ship this big is really getting under my skin? Something about closing hatches, water tight doors and scuttles has me feeling very claustrophobic. Will I have to sleep with a gas mask on to help me get used to the idea of having something on my face? That way, I won’t panic and then everyone will know that that I really am claustrophobic.
For me, it’s like being a Seaman Recruit going to a ship for the first time. Except this time when I cross the quarterdeck for the first time (all over again) I know my life will be changing again. Am I really ready for this all over again? I ask this question as if I have a choice…
Just some of my thoughts…more to come.