The Grand Pacific Voyage on the flagship officially started day before yesterday. My baby is sailing without me, in the competent hands of someone else, whom I am willing myself to trust (which is surprisingly difficult as I find I’m not a very trusting person when it comes to ‘my’ library.) honestly until now I hadn’t really thought about how much I’ve invested in the flagship; but she’s owned my life for five seasons now (two grand voyages, three world cruises) and I’ve put a lot of blood sweat and tears into her. Being away from her now feels …odd. Not ‘bad’ per say, I’m still really enjoying myself here, and I’m thoroughly convinced that Head Office made the right call in insisting that I take a sabbatical, but odd none the less.
Its strange how attached we get to places; I suppose it comes down to the fact that there is comfort in routine. She’s dramatic and over-theatrical and heaven knows she puts me through more stress than she’s worth, but the flagship is none-the-less home. Or at least she sometimes feels like the closest thing to a home that I have out here.
And yet, I don’t really miss her. It’s true that my hours here are longer (particularly now that Shadow’s gone) but they are less high-strung. That said, I suspect a great deal of my current state of mind is to do with the fact that I basically have family on board which always does my mental balance good.
Never the less, I’ve done all I can for the flagship this season, she’s as prepped as she’ll ever be, and at least I know now that the main harddrive wasn’t wiped out like I thought it was, so I have to allow myself to dust my hands of her until December.
In the meantime, we’re entering into the ‘last’ stage of the season on my current ship ‘last’ Venice, ‘last’ costume ball, ‘last’ greek port…