Reality Check

Bags were packed and sitting in the passageways waiting to be offloaded.  Sometimes it’s required the night before or early in the morning of debarkation. leaving the ship was quick and painless. We exited in groups, picking up our heavy bags in the port luggage claim. Busses, transfers, and drivers holding signs greeted passengers that exited the gangways. A shared transfer carried us to the airport.

The floating hotel I had stayed at will replace me with another guest, and continue around the world.

I  venture back into the real world, where I will make my own coffee and clear the table after a meal. No one will turn down my bed and tidy the living spaces. All journeys must come to an end, and most are bittersweet. I’m content to return to my routine. To have a person hovering on my shoulder waiting to refill my water glass becomes tedious and awkward.

I live a relatively uncomplicated life without pretense, and will feel relaxed again when I’m home.

Traveling allows me to experience life outside my comfort zone, to broaden my perspectives, but it’s also tiring and stressful at times. I’m in the lounge now, at the gate. I have almost come full circle, with just the final leg across the ocean. The trials of airport security and long queues won’t end for a few more connections, but I’m close enough to feel closure. In a few minutes I’ll put on my headphones, pull my cap over my eyes and fall asleep.