Well, folks, I think I've successfully survived my first holidays away from home.
I got back from 2 weeks of being on an A-team (a ministry team that stays off the ship for the durarion of time that the ship is in a port) and it was Thanksgiving. We had big plans for celebrating. But, it didn't work out. Then we replanned and it didn't work out again. I spent Thanksgiving Day taping paper to the floor, in preparation for drydock. It was pretty much the worst Thanksgiving of my life, but it's also the first time in my life to not be able to have Thanksgiving dinner and family discussions on thankfulness and getting totally annoyed by my relatives and all that.
Then, I was off the ship for another 2 weeks, another A-team, during drydock. I got back from that about a week before my birthday. After the big let-down of Thanksgiving, I was anticipating the worst. But, actually, my birthday was pretty good. My K-group (onboard family) had dinner with me, with chocolate cake and rainbow ice cream. And we arrived in the Philippines that day. There were about 6 birthday cards waiting for me in the mail container. So I got multiple birthday cards in the mail, on my birthday, for probably the first time in my life. Entering my mid-twenties was a bit traumatic though.
A week later was Christmas. We had celebration on board for about half the day Christmas Eve and all day Christmas Day. I think they plan a lot for us so that we don't have so much time to think about what we're missing at home. Again, because Thanksgiving was so terrible, Christmas didn't seem so bad to me. The annual picture of the ship's company is taken on Christmas day:
And here I've zoomed in on me and some of my closest friends:
Here I am with my cabinmates, three of them actually live with me and the one on the left just pretends to:
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