2009 is a year that will forever be ingrained in my memory. So much has happened to me this year: great things, horrible things, and things that simply leave me uncertain. When I sit down and think about this past year, my feelings are somehow a mixture of deep sorrow and sublime happiness.
I remember January, turning 24, sitting around the table in the restaurant where my sister worked. My mother, her boyfriend, my sister, my two best friends and their families were there with me, welcoming me into my new year. We had a good time that night, and when it came time to go back home, I remember feeling elated and enthusiastic about what the year would bring me.
I remember February, making Valentine's Day cards with the kids on the ship, and then watching as they gave them to their parents. The kids were all sticky with glue and had bits of sequins stuck in their hair as they watched their parents read the cards, and that combined with the little grins on their faces made them unbearably cute...even if it were for just that moment in time.
I remember March, painting shamrocks on the kids' faces and then onto my own before setting out on a ship-wide leprechaun gold scavenger hunt, amused by the looks on the other passengers' faces as my little army of 3-12 year-olds passed them by, decked out in green.
I remember April, getting a phone call from my cousin telling me my father had passed away. I couldn't help thinking that I was horrible, that while my daddy was taking his last breaths, I'd been sipping margaritas on a beach in the middle of the Bahamas. But then there were my friends, who crowded around me in support, refusing to leave my side until the moment I stepped off the ship to go to the airport. They made me feel better, and to this day, I cherish them for that.
I remember May, dealing with all the paperwork in the aftermath of my dad's death, and still not being able to cry. But there was Ryan, who called me every single day, and during that time I stopped thinking of him as my ex-boyfriend from college, and instead as one of the best friends I've ever had, as a person I'd grown to love and care for very deeply.
I remember June, running away to England to get away from the intense pain I felt back in Texas. My escape to another country turned out to be one of the best months of my life, and I got to spend it all with
sevarina, who transitioned from the good friend I'd only met once to a lifelong friend I'll meet up with time and time again.
I remember July, stepping back onto a ship for the first time since my father had died, and finally
finally having a proper cry about it in the middle of the night after watching a particularly sad movie. The brick wall that had been encapsulating my heart tumbled down, leaving a massive, jagged, raw hole in its wake.
I remember August, secluding myself from the rest of my fellow crew members, and refusing to allow them to get close to me...even those I'd been especially close to on other ships. My depression was at its peak in this month, and I was crying nearly every single day, missing my dad so much I could hardly bear it.
I remember September, stepping onto a new ship and feeling as if I were gaining fresh air in my lungs. I made new friends, began laughing and smiling again, and was beginning to feel better about the world.
I remember October, running around the ship on Halloween with a 4 year-old Welsh girl called Eva swinging on my and my co-worker Anna's hands as we collected candy from other crew members. We danced in the Ocean Bar as the boys dedicated each song to Eva, and then we paraded back up to the kids' area, our bag spilling with candy as Eva handed out all the types she didn't like to random passengers.
I remember November, flying off to Australia and accomplishing one of my life goals to see every continent before the age of 25. While there I held koalas, petted kangaroos, drove a car on the left side of the road, Zorbed down a hill, and finally met up with
awaywithpixies, who I absolutely adore.
I remember December, staying home with family for Christmas for the first time in three years, having all sorts of fun with my cousins before finally breaking down into tears the day after Christmas in front of my mom and sister...and then kicking them out and refusing to go to dinner with them so they couldn't see me cry anymore.
I look forward to 2010, and I genuinely hope it yields the same types of adventures 2009 gave me, minus the tragedies. I look forward to doing things I've never done before, seeing places I've never seen before, meeting new people, and keeping close to those I already know. I know the year will not go perfectly because they never do, but I do hope in this year I'll finally figure out my life, and go ahead and get on with it. As of now the majority of 2010 will be spent on ships, but I hope that by 2011 I'll be able to find a change...maybe teach English in Korea, au pair in France, head off to work for Club Med at some tropical resort, go to grad school for travel writing...Let's just hope 2010 helps me choose what I decide to do in 2011.
Maybe this could be considered a New Years resolution of sorts, although I prefer to not think of it that way. Rather, 2010 will be the first year of the rest of my life, and I need to make the most of it so that I can do the things I ultimately decide to do.
Here's hoping.
Goodbye, 2009...I am both relieved and sad to see you go.