I thought I would never leave the ship, not literally but when you first come two years seems like forever. But it happened and I write from a house, not a ship. I left the ship on Sunday, September 12th at about 1300 with my South African friends Brad and Francois.
My Sunday started with being woken up by a phone call from the purser, he wanted me to go to immigrations to get my passport stamped, I quickly realized that I had slept longer than I wanted.
It came time to say good byes soon after coming back from immigrations (I walked up the gangway for the last time).
The page happened, the one you hear so often around change over.
"Attention ships company, brad, francois and krysten will be leaving the ship, if you would like to say good bye please go to the lobby now."
I dont know how many time I have heard this page but of course this was the first time it featered my name.
The line formed and I gave hug after hug. I was quite tiring to say good bye to people one after another. It was esspecially hard when you get to people who you really love and who you will really miss.
Yes, I did cry but it wasnt until I got to Catherine in the line.
I survived the good byes and now it was time to walk down the gangway for the last time.
Some good friends prayed for us and then it was time. Down the gangway and into the car.
We drove away and at that moment my new adventure and new season began.
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