My parents are in the Pacific Ocean on a ship. Holy shit. My parents are in the Pacific Ocean on a ship. Peace, pilgrim, is what I want to say to my freaking-out self.
Their four-month journey around the world is my four-month journey without them; the transformation has happened, I am the parent, on shore, tsk-tsking and they are the kids, out at sea, having a bold worldly adventure, sending cryptic messages like,"there are fairly large swells." This is preparing me for when my kids grow up and fledge. Will I be nonplussed? Or, will I puff-ball, like our female zebra finch that we have named Finchessa?
I know how they felt when I drove in a fading Impala across the country one summer, my freshman year, now.