Location: West End, British Virgin Islands
Waking up in Great Harbor today, there were a few mixed feelings. We woke up in good spirits and stuffed our faces with smiley face pancakes, but the thought that today is our last full day as a crew clearly has weighed heavily upon our minds. Tomorrow, we will all be getting on our flights and going our separate ways, which could be anywhere in the world from South Africa to Oregon.
Of course, we are excited that we will be reuniting with our family and friends and to tell them stories about all of our adventures. And I’m sure many of us are looking forward to some of the small things, like being able to flush a toilet (rather than pump 50 times), or going back to a bed that provides enough room for you to sit up straight in without bashing your head.
But these details are unimportant in the grand scheme of things, and leaving tomorrow will be hard. Ocean Star has become home, and, as cheesy as it sounds, I feel like the group aboard has become family. We’ve sailed through squalls together, biked up never-ending hills, spent hours scrubbing the deck, learned to dive, surfed, and learned to sail, all while having the time of our lives. Thinking back, almost every moment has been filled with some sort of laughter or teasing or quoting of movies or even spontaneous dance parties.
I wasn’t sure what to expect coming into the trip. But the past three weeks have far surpassed any expectations I could have ever held. Today, docking back in West End is surreal. As I realize that, just 20 days ago, we were all strangers. But now, docking in the exact spot we started, I realize each person has had an impact upon me, each in uniquely positive ways.