About Origins
Life Goes On (whether you do anything with it, or not)
It sounds trite to say “time is fleeting.” Until your husband dies too young and too quickly from a very aggressive form of lung cancer in the middle of a global pandemic.
Too suddenly, you become deeply aware that there is nothing trite in the notion that time flees; and all you can think about is how to flee the realization that your best friend has been forced to leave the planet and you can’t follow him.
Hell, you’re not even supposed to leave the house. It’s Alaska. It’s winter. It’s dark and cold.
It‘s 2020 and it‘s been a devastatingly shitty year.
Traveling abroad is a lifetime love and pursuit you aren’t allowed to indulge. An escape into far flung places and cultures isn’t an option.
Lots of people have suffered and died. You are alone in your house but not in your grief.
You wait. Until there is a vaccine. Until ships that take passengers start to come alive again. Until you see the world start to wake up from its fear and lethargy.
Until you see a *2 for the price of 1* ad for a cruise around the world.
This is the origin story of how this blog came to be.
I’m going around the world by water on a water planet.
It won’t be dark. It mostly won’t be cold. I won’t have to cook, or clean, or unpack anything except my grief in the hope that it will sit beside sweet reminiscence more often than not by the time I get home.
I know I’ll always grieve because the joy ran so deep with him and me. Suffice it to say the relationship didn’t begin and couldn’t end with the physical. A sweet part of that joy was connected to our mutual love of exploring places ”other” and our shared sense of humor about the way life can surprise you with a swift kick through time just when things seem like they will always stay comfortably the same.
HA! NO SHIT ?!?
As that very good man once told me “Whatever doesn’t kill you…makes a helluva story!”
Well… 2020 didn’t kill me.
This blog Is my current travel story. I’ll embellish it appropriately over time to keep it fresh in honor of the best storyteller and best friend I’ve ever known: Christopher E Berger, II.
If you’re reading it , either you asked me to send you the link , or you asked me to send you pics, or you simply stumbled across it on the web.
However you got here : Glad you’re going with me, or Thanks for stopping by.
Zo
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