Perhaps you’re thinking – in some corner of your mind – that living aboard is as sensational as it sounds. But I assure you that no place is as sensational as it sounds once you live there for any length of time – especially if you work there.
That’s because after you live in a place something weird begins to happen – it becomes normal. The bath water cools off, leaving you cold and soap scummy. Worst of all, domesticity will eventually catch you up: laundry will need to be done, dishes need washing, and inconveniences will sprout up like weeds in your perfect garden.
At first, those weeds looked kinda pretty. They had a quaint charm. The unreadable signs are interesting, the blunt conversation of the taxi drivers is amusing, and seeing those college students struggling to carry around giant stuffed animals is kinda cute.
These things have a quaint charm…until suddenly, they don’t. Those cute little flowers start choking out the basil. After all, you’d really like to know which sign means “pharmacy.” You’re getting tired of taxi drivers asking you out and if you see one more adult with a giant plush toy, you might just turn to plushicide.
Even here – during this charming trip, I was hand washing all our nasty laundry and hoping it dried in time.
Trying to convince someone that travel isn’t always splendid is like trying to convince a schmaltzy single person that marriage isn’t always blissful. Travel will be frustrating at times just as at times, a spouse (or any person) will be frustrating. If you have been married more than 3 days, I think you can’t fail to understand me. Even my own devoted spouse would be forced to agree that even I *ahem* have a few – paltry – faults.
Pictures say a thousand words but apparently that is not enough because they don’t even mention what was going on behind the smiley poses and gorgeous scenery let alone the mayhem that was happening behind the camera, which of course, I have no photos of.
