I’ve been pretty quiet on the blog, and that’s because I’m held up in what my friends and I call “prison college.” We call it that, because it’s significantly better than basic training, we have our own college style dorm rooms, and are allowed some basic privileges like internet and phone access. The “prison” part stands being that we are still in a training environment and really have no control over what we are doing.
In general the atmosphere here is a lot better. We still get yelled at when we screw up, but the feedback is much better. They treat us like intelligent human beings and use those moments to teach us, where as at basic training it was used more to make us conform to authority of those above us. They are definitely catering to different audience here since the majority of basic training trainees aren’t ever going to be officers. Since all of us here will become officer’s there is a much bigger emphasis on understanding the context of what we are doing so that we will eventually be able to present a why what we do matters to our subordinates. Hopefully in that way we can motivate those soldiers under us to do their jobs to the best of their abilities.
I didn’t know what to expect for OCS when I first got here, but I’ve settled in and gotten used to the expectations of the classes, training, and field exercises that make up our graduation requirements. I’ve learned a lot more about the history of this school and about some of the great Americans who have gone through. There are numerous generals, politicians, and public figures, including the likes of Bill Gates Sr., who have attended this school. Our class received a speech from the president of the OCS Alumni Society and then were shown several videos on the history and notable attendees. I can’t find the video of the the Hall of Fame Honorees, but the video below is a brief overview of the history up until this point.
While tasks can be frustrating and some people can be the same, those are the minority. On the whole there are some impressive people here. Academically there are people with master degrees, doctoral degrees, law degrees, and former college professors. Athletically there are former D1 and D2 athletes from basketball, wrestling, track, cross country, and baseball backgrounds. One Officer Candidate played professional basketball overseas in Europe and Australia. One was an All-American wrestler who made the Olympic trials. A lot of people have really high character and overall competency. It’s an awesome blessing to be able to be around a group of individuals like this that I get the privilege to call my classmates.
I’ve done a lot in my full 5 weeks here so far and still have 7 more weeks to go. One major thing we did was land navigation were we spent a week out in the field waking up out of our sleeping bags at 3am to start wandering through the woods with a grid map, 5 points, and a compass to try and find all 5 points. It was a grueling week and I tallied over 50 miles walking in three days, but I was able to pass on test day with 5 out 5 points! When we were assigned weapons I volunteered to carry the M240 which is a big machine gun. I volunteered because not many people wanted to carry around the 27 pound weapon. We also received classes on military writing, law, ethics, training management, and many other topics from retired special forces and other high ranking officers. We had the privilege to hear a general speak to our class at one point. We’ve learned how to call in artillery strikes in a simulator. We’ve been tested on assembling and disassembling 3 different types of weapons for time. We’ve been tested on general first aid. We’ve done a lot that’s for sure! We’ll continue doing a lot and hopefully I’ll be back home in no time.
I’m back! I’m at the tail end of a very enjoyable 2 week leave from basic training in Fort Jackson, SC. I guess Drill Sergeants want to spend time with their families for the holidays too, so we were allowed to book a flight home form Dec 19th – Jan 3rd.
Basic training, honestly, had been pretty fun up until this point. I was fortunate that because of our starting date we crammed all our graduation requirements before leave. So after 8 weeks of training I’ve undergone the soldier ceremony and have “earned” the right to wear my rank and my beret. The week before leave had the Forge. The Forge was the final field exercise of basic training. We spent 4 days outside in the cold with some of the lows reaching into the 20s at night. We started with a long ruck march of a little over 10 miles. 10 miles isn’t as fun with a 65lb pack. However, I really enjoyed rucking because of the challenge, but mostly because I was warm when I was moving! Sleep was hard to come by as we spent a lot of our time rucking at night. In the cold conditions you could see the moisture on your boots ice over. That was a little depressing, but when it came time to actually get a little sleep I was really impressed by the warmth of our sleeping system. Without a good sleeping system I don’t know if I could have done it! The night before the soldier ceremony we had to sit outside in the cold for hours before it started. No sleep and it may have been the coldest I’ve ever been in my life.
I’ve been asked a lot what a standard day looks like for me in basic training. We start the day typically around 5am with a wake up call. 5:30am formed up outside gives 30 minutes for morning hygiene and making your bed. Then we stand outside in the cold (sensing a theme?) until a Drill Sergeant comes out and runs us through physical training. Days typically alternate between running days and “strong” days which is essentially pushups, situps and other related exercises. After our workout we usually head to the dining facility for breakfast and then back to the bays for a shower depending on time. The rest of the morning until lunch is dependant on where we are in our training cycle. For most of basic we would spend this time getting to the range, either by walking or bus, and then shooting until lunch. Lunch is in the dining facility if we are on the battalion footprint otherwise we eat MREs (meals ready to eat). MREs aren’t terrible, especially if you are good at trading for things you want. I always end up with extra food since I know who likes what and more importantly who doesn’t like what. Then after lunch more shooting and then transport back to the battalion. Then another workout before or after dinner depending on timing. Then after dinner or after the workout we typically spend some time cleaning the classrooms, our bays, or whatever they can find for us to clean. Then if we didn’t mess up to badly we might get 45 minutes of personal time to read and write letters. Then lights out is at 9pm. And then it happens all over again…
I’ve made a lot of friends and have enjoyed learning and getting better at a lot of the different types of training. So for me I’ve really enjoyed it and always found a way to have a little fun each day. There’s always something that a Drill Sergeant yells at another trainee that will make you laugh.
I came home to lots of needed time with family and friends. I also came home to a puppy German shepherd living at my house. So much happiness!
Next, I’ll be headed to Fort Benning, Georgia for 12 weeks of Officer Candidate School. Who knows if I’ll be able to update you from there, but just know I’ll be continuing adventuring and learning!
I have definitely been slacking on the blog posts, and I will continue to slack…
I will be slacking because of some big news. I joined the Army National Guard! I joined back in June and have been going to drills one weekend a month since then. I meant to post about it sooner, but just never got around to it. Now, I am leaving on Tuesday, October 16th. So I definitely won’t be able to update the blog for a while because of basic training.
To fill you in, here is my schedule. I’ll be headed to Fort Jackson in South Carolina for 12 weeks to start with those 12 weeks including a 2 week break for Christmas. I guess drill Sergeants want to be with their families too during the holidays. Then after the completion of basic I will immediately be headed to Fort Benning in Georgia. There, I will spend another 12 weeks and this does not include any breaks. This 12 week training is going to be Officer Candidate School for me. So what that means, God willing, if I pass and don’t get injured I’ll be headed back home to Michigan around May, but not before being commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant!
I am pretty excited for everything but I know it will be tough. It will especially tough to say goodbye to all the amazing friends and family I have been blessed with. However, this is another one of those things I feel compelled to do. It’s something I’ve thought a lot about and something I think have the skill set to accomplish great things in.
In the gallery above you can see I already started saying goodbye. I had a fun weekend at CMU’s homecoming tailgating and going out with friends one last time before I leave. The one picture of me hugging in the parking lot was on my last day of work saying bye to one of my work friends. I seem to be making a habit out of saying so many goodbyes, but I look forward to a day where I don’t have to do that as much. However, I feel this is the best time in my life, being at this age, to do all these things. It still doesn’t make it any easier.
In other news from me, I bought a house in the Saginaw area. It a big house over 2,000 square feet. I already have 3 friends moved in helping me cover the mortgage. It’s a little nerve racking leaving right after buying a house, but I trust the guys who live here so that is nice. It will be really nice to be able to come back from training and have somewhere to settle.
So that’s a quick update on everything I’ve been up to. I’ll be back around Christmas hopefully with another update!
A couple friends and I have been on the house search lately. We’ve probably looked at about 20 houses at this point, all in the Saginaw and the Bay City area. Of the Saginaw houses, a couple have been on Saginaw’s east side. For those unfamiliar with Saginaw, Saginaw is a city that frequently graces the FBI’s top 10 most dangerous cities in America with several appearances in the top 5 in this decade. The majority of crimes response for that rank happen on the east side. With that said I am super intrigued by the east side.
Some people might not know, but I have owned a house on the east side for about 2 years now. It’s been a good rental property because the value is so low any rent equates to an abnormally large return on investment. When I first purchased the house those were some of my first experiences on the east side. It’s such an interesting place. In some spots it looks just like a normal safe area. Then in others you see half burnt houses, overgrown vacant lots, and boarded up blocks. An interesting fact is that there is not a single full blown grocery store on the east side. There is no Meijer. No Walmart. No Kroger. The closest thing you’ll find is a Dollar General with no name dollar stores being even more frequent.
Driving on East Gennesse one would see a 10 story apartment complex and right across the street acres of abandoned land former home of the Saginaw County Fair. Due to crime and the general decline of the area the fair was moved in 2002. Left is the unkempt Saginaw Raceway. The raceway was popular before casinos were legalized in Michigan in the late 80s. With competition from casinos horse race betting fell out of popularity. Yet the grandstand remains. How there is a 10 story apartment complex across the road with no grocery stores on that side of the river is another mystery to me. I have so many economic questions raised from things that seem like inconsistencies like the situation above.
My photographer friend Kaitlyn wanted to practice shooting some more rustic, urban scenes so she turned to me to find a place. I decided to check out that abandoned raceway.
The structure was in surprisingly good shape. In the stadium we met two other people who were into urban exploration. They were doing some pretty cool graffiti. It really wasn’t that hard to get in. There were giant holes in the fences everywhere. I reckon it is probably a lot for the police to constantly patrol and repair the area. Really it provides the kids something interesting to explore and hopefully sparks an interest in history and how this happened.
It was a fun little exploration and it really peaked my interest even more in the east side. Not once did I feel unsafe. Even as we left we saw a bunch of young guys playing around in the old fair grounds. It really is a shame to see something that is so cool just completely neglected, but I’m taking it as a cautionary tale and maybe more optimistically as a symbol of hope.
Next post I’ll talk a little about some big commitments I’m making in my life. A little soon after that I’ll be headed out West to see some National Parks in the Washington, Oregon, California area. And who knows maybe there will be a post highlighting my move into a house on the east side (not if my roommates have anything to say about it)!
The start to my summer and the start to my life back in the states has been busier than expected. That’s why it’s taken me a month since my last post to update the blog!
The past 4 weekends have been weddings; 2 in Wisconsin, 1 in Minnesota, and thankfully one half an hour away in Frankenmuth. Needless to say, since I’ve come home from my trip on the road I’ve been on the road a lot! Road trips with friends are always better than road trips alone! All the weddings have also given me a perfect opportunity to see friends I haven;’t seen in a while and to catch up on everything in their lives I missed out on while I was gone.
The first wedding gave us an opportunity to scout out some cool sights. Did a quick little stop at the Mississippi River and later we got to lookout over the top of a bluff in La Crosse, Wisconsin. The wedding was a huge group of high school friends and it felt almost like a mini reunion, especially with those I hadn’t seen since high school.
The next weekend was another wedding in Wisconsin. Good beer at some Wisconsin breweries the night before. The actual wedding was awesome. The groom was so emotional as the bride walked down the isle. It was beautiful! The reception was a blast too! At the reception I took a picture with all those girls in the picture above, weird to think that everyone of them is married as of me writing this now…
I some how don’t have any pictures of the third wedding, but here are some from the fourth. This wedding was out in Minnesota so to break up the road trip my friend Wyatt and I stayed with our friend Ashley in Madison, WI. We hung out in the morning and got to see the University of Wisconsin campus. It was actual really awesome! The student union was right on the lake and they sold beer and pitchers right in the union. If they did that at CMU, where I graduated, that might have been trouble.
The wedding was another fun one! Got to see a different group of friends from the high school class above. It is always really cool to see how much people’s lives have changed yet we still all seem the same. I’m excited to see how all my teacher friends end up in their new homes and careers wherever God has called them to.
That has been my past month! Lots of fun times and lots of catching up. It was much needed especially after being gone from things for so long. Above all, all the weddings made me realize how blessed I am to have such a large group of awesome, amazing friends!
Finished up visiting friends and family so now I’m chilling in Saginaw. I spent a week without working, which was kind of nice because I was able to do a lot of house hunting. I was even more motivated because I’m staying with some high school friends and I’m sleeping in a spare bed in one of their rooms. They have no stove and no washer and dryer. It will be nice to finally get my own place, but for now I can adapt and I appreciate their hospitality.
This past week I started working at Mule Resophonic Guiatars (http://muleresophonic.com/). I started by going through some power tool crash courses so I don’t chop my hand off on several of the dangerous machines there. Then I started working on making some of the basic parts of the guitars. I’m flanging steel frames and cutting up wood guitar necks. I’m doing the early stages of the process before it gets overly complicated, but eventually I’ll get more involved in aspects of the whole process.
Overall, it’s been an awesome place to work. I had a really good relationship with the owner in high school, and he has really grown his craft and following since then. So It’s pretty cool and I feel honored to be asked to be a part of it. He runs the shop in a fun way where it could be really stressful with the wrong leadership. He is a good teacher which is huge for my lack of experience in making guitars. The work itself is immensely satisfying as well. It’s cool to be involved in the entire process and seeing the craftsmanship that goes into a single guitar is awesome. There is a very human element in the work as well. The connection from the maker to the buyer is huge. In our case they have been on the waiting list to get one of these guitars for maybe more than a year. So talking to them and keeping them in the process and letting them know we are making a specifically guitar for them and them only is huge.
Overall, I am incredibly blessed to fall into an awesome job like this. I’m excited to continue working and learning as much as I can! We’ll see what other adventures pop into my life as I settle into living in Saginaw!
Where I left off in the last blog post I was trying to figure out air fare and travel back. It didn’t go how I had hoped with American Airlines and that flight was essentially trashed. Instead I ended up on a flight with Delta and about an additional $500 over what it would have cost if we had sailed to the US Virgin islands. Regardless I was super excited to get back and see family and friends!
My new flight with Delta took me from Antigua at 9am to San Juan, Puerto Rico where I had a 2 and a half hour layover. After Puerto Rico I got to another layover in Atlanta. Finally back on real, mainland US soil. Unfortunately, my next and final destination was Chicago which was experiencing some major lighting storms. My 7pm flight got delayed to 8pm, then to 8:45, then to 9, then to 11, and then again to 1am. It was delayed to 1am to allow for a crew change as their shifts were over. No new pilots showed up so we got pushed back to 6am. Delta gave us a bunch of airlines snacks and bottled water for the night. In the morning after another in air delay we finally made it to Chicago. I had a train and bus ticket booked out of Chicago, but cancelled them as my friend Ashley happened to be in Chicago for a job interview. Luckily she offered to drive me, so I got my train and bus ticket refunded which I would have actually missed anyways due to all the delays.
Sticking to my original plan I made it back to Central on the Thursday before their graduation weekend. I kept a surprise and just walked into the apartment to surprise them. They might have figured out the surprise, but we had a good time none the less. I am really happy with all travels and adventures, but part of me wishes I would had another year with these guys. Each one of them has shaped me in some sort of way and I am appreciative of that. As a boy from Pigeon, I have to say that my black cultural education benefited greatly from our diverse group. No matter what, I know this won’t be the last time I see these guys, but its sad, nonetheless, to close this chapter of our lives together. Though being in the US again was slightly emotional in itself, I am glad I could be there for the goodbyes.
After spending some time up at Central I headed to Saginaw and Bay City were I saw a lot of my close high school friends. I went to church in Bay City and got to see a lot of families that I am close with. Then a couple of us went golfing which was a lot of fun. That night at about 10pm I got dropped off in my driveway by some friends and surprised my parents! They were happy to see me and felt good to be home. I went in my room and noticed the painting my mom had bought for me hanging on the wall. That verse, unsurprisingly, had meant a lot to me as I traveled. Then I went out the next night to see one of my favorites things from home, a sunset over Lake Huron.
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
Then, after getting car insurance renewed and a little work I drove my car to the West side of Michigan to visit my aunt and uncle and my brother, sister-in-law and their little girls. It was really nice catching up with everyone and sharing my stories. It was especially fun to play with my nieces! They had grown a lot and the youngest who was barely talking when I left was now babbling in full sentences.
Overall, it feels good to be back! I have so much to look back on and be thankful for, but also so much to be thankful for right here at home! I am so blessed with amazing family and friends. I can’t wait to see what adventures lie for us in the future!
I made it!! I was planning on arriving in the US Virgin islands, but instead here I am in Antigua.
It’s a long story, but pretty much the captain and I didn’t get a lone the greatest. I could tell from the outset that he was an odd guy. His social skills were off and he was terrible at communicating and leading in a way a captain of a ship should. That’s not the biggest deal to me. You can be a weirdo as long as you know how to sail a boat. And you know what? He could sail. So I made it safely across! Thanks be to God for that and that’s the real accomplishment in the first place.
However, I had a flight booked from the US Virgin islands and he decided to go Antigua instead, simply because he wanted to and didn’t feel like sailing to the US Virgin islands anymore. Before I booked the flight I consulted with him about different places that had cheap flights home, like Grenada, Barbados, and the US Virgin islands. He said any of them were fine. He didn’t seem super confident about it though and I tried to draw some commentary on it out of him, but nothing.. So now I have a flight booked that is essentially useless. Here in Antigua I looked for flights from this island to the US Virgin islands, but due to hurricane Irma a lot of the inter Carribean airlines are still out of commission. There were some $600 or so flights to get me to my flight on time, but they had crazy layovers in Newark or something like that. I’d be better off just buying a new flight home. I sent an email to American Airlines, with whom I have my original flight home, so we’ll see what they can do for me.
The journey itself started with me arriving in the Canary islands off the coast of Africa. It was a 45 minute flight from Western Sahara, which was necessary since I couldn’t find a boat to take me there from Africa directly. There I was lucky enough to get picked up by the captain who I made contact with throgh an online service called FindaCrew.net. Seemed like a good start and he was pretty nice at first, though I could tell he was already a little off. But hey as long as he can sail a boat! I definitely learned on this leg of my travels that I can be a little to naive sometimes. We got to his boat and spent the next couple of days doing repairs and getting things ready. Then, with two girls he had met before, we sailed from Gran Canaria (the main island) to La Gomera. In La Gomera we stocked up on produce and did the last preparation. Then we set off!!
The first three days I was sea sick. That wasn’t much fun. Also I quickly learned that he was a stickler about how much food I ate. He said he had more food on board when we bought the produce, but there wasn’t as much as I anticipated. Also back on land one of the earlier days of our relationship he told me he was “disappointed in me” when I ate the leftover food from the day before. He said, “I eat too” all upset. In honesty, that portion which was apparently egregious to him wasn’t even enough to fill me up. People who know me know I like to eat a lot, but I had toned it down on the road especially since food in Paris was mind bogglingly expensive.
Anyways, his typical meal was some rice and some cooked vegetables in small small portions. I tried to do my own cooking once during the first days of the trip and I cooked two eggs. He made some comment about it and though it was very indirect I knew in his poor communication skills that meant he didn’t approve. So from then on I left the cooking to him, which is how I felt he preferred it. I of course did the dishes always. Downside to him cooking was that there was only one or if I was lucky two meals a day. I had my oatmeal in the morning and then if I was lucky maybe two bowls of rice and vegetables the rest of the day. Though, 50% of the time it was only one bowl. It wasn’t until day 10 on the sea that I started finding the canned tuna to add to my meals out of necessity. In the beginning I couldn’t tell the difference between sea sickness and hunger, but as the sea sickness subsided I realized I was spending most of the day and going to bed hungry.
Eventually I adapted to the lack of food like I did to the sea sickness, but that didn’t stop fantasies. I fantasized about any fast food restaurant, about ice cream, and this very specific fantasy of a peanut butter sandwich made with oatmeal cream pies as the bread. I haven’t had peanut butter since I left the US, so that’s one of the things at the top of my list.
More about being at sea! After a week or so I started to get really sick of the smell of nothing but salt water. I would take deep breaths and be left uncontent. I missed the smell of leaves or of any vegetation mixed in with the fresh air. I even started smelling this piece of wood on the boat just to smell something different.
Another observation was that on every single day of the 19 journey I saw a bird. Even in the middle of the ocean, thousands of miles from land. We saw a total of 5 ships during the journey. During one 12 hour period we saw 3 vessels, which led to the conclusion that we were crossing a shipping route between Brazil and Europe. We mostly saw these ships at a distance, never closer than 5 miles or so. Closer to the Carribean we saw a cruise ship looking like the Las Vegas of the ocean. It always felt odd to see another ship. We would go days without seeing anything but water, but then there’s another ship that has a very relatable experience to the one I’m having – spending days at sea with similar trials and tribulations.
Sailing is extremely boring. There is an autopilot that does the steering and an automatic alarm that goes off if we get close to other ships. So you literally don’t have to do anything. Instead I spent time reading, listening to podcasts that I wisely downloaded before leaving, and just staring out and watching the waves hit the side of the boat. It left way to much time for thinking. At points it was extremely depressing. I thought alot how this is what real extreme cases of depression must feel like. Being trapped somewhere where with no end in sight. Surrounded by water the only way off the boat is to jump in the water, which is desth because you’ll never be found. Not to worry, I wasn’t that depressed, but I did start to miss my family and friends a lot more. The anticipation of getting home made it pretty tough to watch those waves hit the side of the boat day after day. Thinking of how my family and friends especially think I’m amazing or stronger than most for traveling and being so independent and adventurous made me act extra strong so I wouldn’t let them down. It’s nice to have forms of encouragement like that along the way.
I had some Bible study podcasts downloaded and it one we fittingly went over the flood. Needless to say, I had a new perspective. Also seeing rainbows after that instilled a renewed appreciation of God’s promise to us.
Sailing west we got to sail right towards the sunsets. Lots more clouds than I expected, but there were some great sunsets. Sunsets were always a good thing to speed up time and end a day. At nights I did a lot of reading. I think I read about five books, even a 1000+ page book about the federal reserve.
We had one suprise squid hop onto the boat. I even saw him land next to me as I was sitting in the cockpit at the time. Other times you’d come outside to see flying fish that unfortunately jumped into the cockpit. If they were lucky they got saved before they baked in the sun. Also leaving the Canary islands we had several instances of dolphins swimming along with us. For the first two nights around sunset the would entertain us by jumping and zig zagging around the boat. As we got further out we didn’t see the dolphins again until Antigua.
I’ll wrap up my sailing journey with some general info. The boat was probably approximately 3000 miles the route we took. It was a 30ft (10m German boat) catamaran with two cabins. My side of the boat had my bed, a workshop with all the navigation equipment and the bathroom. The other side had the captains bed and a kitchen and table for eating. No fridge. The cabins were spacious, but I still was unable to stand straight up in them. At first, all the bending over caused me to tweak my back, but stretching helped fix that problem.
So that was the journey. God blessed me once again and kept me safe through another naive wild idea! Above picture of me on the toliet in my cabin. Hopefully I’ll be home soon! I can’t wait to endulge in some gluttonous American food!
I’m sitting here at a park with the beach in front of me on the island La Gomera or the Spanish Canaries off the coast of Africa. It’s been my first real opportunity with WiFi and some free time for that matter. It’s been busy trying to figure out a way to get a boat home. But more on that in a minute.
First, I had to find a way from mainland Africa to the Canary islands off the coast. I set off by stopping in Essaouria and Agadir on the coast of Morocco. These are port towns and my main mission was to find a boat to the Canaries. Essaouria was tiny and just fishing boats and Agadir while bigger didn’t look too promising. I spent one night sleeping on the beach in Agadir which turned out to be a bit colder than I anticipated at night. The second night I spent in a nice Airbnb. The Airbnb was run by a nice family who shared their meals as well, so that was really nice! But since I didn’t have luck finding a boat to the Canaries the next best bet was to fly.
I got a decently cheap flight from Laayoune to the Canaries. Laayoune is technically in the disputed territory of Western Sahara. It was interesting to see the UN trucks and later the UN planes at the airport. I guess it’s mostly a diplomatic battle, but of course there is bloodshed as well. Seemed pretty tame from what I experienced as well. In Laayoune I stayed with two guys from Coach surfing. They we’re both around 25ish and had just graduated from University. They were both doctors in the town there. So they had a really nice apartment, at least comparatively. They were also super nice and they took me around and I met there friends. This actually mostly happened on Easter Sunday, so it definitely wasn’t my most traditional Easter! None the less my time in Western Sahara was pretty awesome thanks to the hospitality of the doctor who let me stay in their spare room!
The flight to the Canaries was a short 45 minute flight with immigration taking longer than the actual flight time. The views from the plane window were stunning! It was so cool to see how vast and deserted the Saharan region looked from above. The sand stretched all the way to the ocean! Me, being incredibly blessed in a way some might call super duper lucky, managed to get picked up by a boat captain from the airport. We drove down to his boat in a port South on the island and on the way I judged his character well enough for me to decide this might work. I had been in contact with the captain weeks before on an online crew matching website, but it didn’t look promising to me. He seemed uninterested, but I stayed persistent. And what do you know? Now I am days from departing on a sailing trip acrossed the Atlantic.
I’ve already sailed with him and two others to an island nearby for us to gather our last provisions. So far the sailing seems manageable and the captain doesn’t appear to be one to murder me at sea! It will be just the Captain and me for the full voyage across the ocean, but having a short trip with him under my belt already I feel comfortable. Departure is pegged for Tuesday or Wednesday. In, give or take, 20 days from departing I should be in the Carribean!
Seems a little bit surreal how lucky I am in having things come together, but I guess I have only God to thank for that! Say some prayers for me while I’m at sea!