Bon Voyage [again]

Ah shit. The cursor is blinking at me again.

How do I start [over]?

[VIMH(c): …]

Thanks for nothing, asshole.

Well first, let me say sorry for the cliffhanger [again]. While part of me delighted in the symmetry of it, after starting my blog almost exactly one year ago in the same fashion, and while I’d like to pretend I did it on purpose, really my flight was just boarding and I had to go.

Somehow scored the exit row on this flight so. already winning today.

Where am I going?

Miami. [Party in the city where the heat is on. #WillSmithisacrazyscientologistnow]

After my trip last summer, I thought long and hard about what I was doing with my GD life. Yes, I am first and foremost an actor–that part of my identity is solid. But the intense depression that enveloped me after returning to my serving job in the city was due to more than just a lack of Vitamin D and the loss of my lady pirate tan [although this definitely was a large part of it].

My trip made me realize how much boating is a part of me, and how I need to make it a larger part of my life. As cliche as it may sound, I don’t have another way to say it: I need the sea.

Now, being rent-poor and destitute as a single lady pirate living in NY [guys it’s not at all like Friends], my resources are a bit limited as far as this goes. BUT. If I could find a way to do it as a job…

After hanging with our hired captains last summer, I thought about how fucking cool it is that they make a living making boat deliveries and charters, etc. The cold, hard truth is that all actors need a back-up plan, and food service is NOT an industry I want to find myself in much longer as I generally don’t enjoy having my soul sucked out of my asshole day in and day out. Idk maybe that’s your thing but it sure ain’t mine.

So why couldn’t I try to make a career out of my other passion? I mean, as an actor, I entered  into literally the hardest industry ever, why not choose another incredibly difficult industry to jump into?

[VIMH(c): We’re never going to have money, are we?]

Le sigh. Sorry Mom & Dad.

Now, to be honest, since I had this thought, I haven’t been very proactive, mainly because IDK MAJOR LIFE SHIFTS AND SHIT.

I had mentioned to Anne [remember her? our captain from last summer?] that this was something I was interested in, and so how lucky was I to get an email from her a few weeks ago saying that our hired captain, John [remember him? he took us across the Gulf?], had hired her to do a delivery with him and would I like to go?


Nah. No thanks.


So here I am, on Delta flight 2175 en route to Miami, as crew on the Sea Eagle, whose final destination is St. Thomas, BVI. [BECAUSE WHO NEEDS TO PAY RENT? LOLZ]

Our journey will take approximately 3 weeks, weather permitting, and will take us through the islands of the Bahamas until Turks and Caicos, where we will go offshore for approximately 5 days to Puerto Rico [sharks and storms and shipwrecks oh my].

So, I decided to dust off the domain and come back to fill y’all in as we go along.

Simultaneously, back in NYC, I am actually pursuing my other passion, as my blog material from last summer is being adapted into a play with original music. It is intensely personal, as you can imagine, and so I’d like to think that I am being brave two times at once. Go figure.

I will be performing a reading of the show, She is a Shipwreck, in NYC when I come back to dry land, and then in RI this summer, but more about the show later.

For now, we’re about to land in Miami and I’ll soon be instructed to turn off and stow all electronic devices, so I shall sign off. Can’t wait to meet Sea Eagle and start this ridiculous adventure.

Stay tuned, salty dawgs.


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