Sea You in December

I remember the anxiety I felt 3 years ago,

dropping Brianna off at college for her freshman year...

worried  
about how she would navigate life in a big city. 

Would she get lost?

run over?

or beat to a pulp

and left in a dark secluded alleyway? 

Okay, I’m a little dramatic.

Of course she had none of those worries. 

No worries, mon.

(aka...no worries, mom.)

Wishy has always been very independent so

she never had trouble cutting

the proverbial umbilical cord.

I think she was born with scissors...

"Brianna Scissor Hands.” 

(Just never run with them, pleeease.)

Anywhooo....

Tomorrow our Sweet Wishy is leaving  from Halifax, Nova Scotia

for a Semester-at-Sea. 

She will take classes onboard a cruise ship and at the same time...

visit 14+ countries on continents around the Atlantic Rim...

North America, Europe, Africa, South America,

 

 

I’ve never been on a cruise ship...and neither has Brianna. 

The biggest boat she has been on is the "Carol Jean"...The Block Island Ferry. 

(And Block Island is only 14 miles off shore.)

It’s hard for me to think about Brianna on a ship crossing the Atlantic. 

Being a landlubber (and landlover)...

all waves and wake
make me
 wacky and worrisome.

 hence,

I get a big pit in my stomach and throat whenever I think about her voyage. 

 So I guess I need to stop thinking about it.

(Duh, Kat.)

I must  admit, it crossed my mind to surprise Brianna.

 I thought about jumping out from behind a bush

in the South African bush......

but I wisely bushwhacked

that bush-league idea.

So, the anxieties are creeping in again.

And again,

Bri is excited and ready to go.

“No worries, mom.”

I will be looking forward to December 7^th  ...

when Brianna’s ship comes in

and her  trip of a life-time comes to an end.

Because that day

is the very same day...

my ship comes in.

woo hoo

Safe travels, Sweet Wishy.

Have the time of your life.

we love you.