I was 25 and about to finish a useless degree. I was finding it harder and harder to hold down a job. I had spent the last 7 years working 2-3 jobs at a time while going to school. And now something was up. I was living without a roommate or boyfriend at the time, and without that gateway to social activity I had sunk deeper and deeper into solitude. I rarely left my apartment. My anxiety was becoming insurmountable. I had lost my job due to increasingly frequent panic attacks. Social anxiety had always plagued me, exerted supreme dominance over my personality even. But now it was becoming completely debilitating. I did not know what I was going to do. I was broke, about to graduate, had no prospects. I was getting to the point where I did not even know if I wanted to live. Working to keep a roof up and a meal coming: a self-perpetuating, self-sustaining cycle of habit and routine, yielding nothing, meaning nothing, crippling the intellect, squelching the last ounce of drive and passion I had for life, lulling the sense of wonder. I was trying to remember what it felt like to be excited about life. To be able look forward to anything. I was depressed out of my mind. But not a sad weepy depression this time, but a cold withdrawn calm emotionless apathetic depression.
It's when you stop crying that you know something is very wrong, or very broken. What is emotional pain but thwarted expectation? Thwarted desires? Meaning, that if you're crying about it you still have desires, hopes, plans, and expectations. You're still alive, still wanting, still growing.
This time, I hadn't fallen into depression, I'd fallen into despair. Despair manifests itself through apathy. I had lost all passions, all interests. I became suicidal through apathy. I stopped exerting control over my life's course. I let everything crumble. I lost my jobs, apartment, car, most of my stuff, and went from a 3.8 GPA to dropping mid semester.
After a few months of being homeless, and with the help of a friend, I was back in an apt and finishing my last 2 classes via correspondence. And I had had a job.. But it was happening again. This time I was holding onto the reins at least. But once again, I was having panic attacks every time I had to engage in the activities that perpetuated the cycle of maintaining infrastructure to maintain a job that only paid enough to maintain the infrastructure for the job. It was becoming difficult to leave my apartment again, I was in trouble. Despair was at the door with his devastatingly handsome lackey, suicide.
It was right about that time in Feb 2007, that I got an unexpected e-mail. The boy I dated in high-school, whom I hadn't seen or talked to in 8 years, had messaged me. I had no idea of his whereabouts and was surprised by the message. Really surprised. He said that he had joined the army back in 2000, was returning from a deployment to Afghanistan, coming home to see his parents, and wanted to see me. Not just wanted to visit me, actually. He also wanted to take me to Europe. Being back after a year long deployment, he wanted to take a trip. And he didn't want to go alone. And apparently he didn't have anyone current in his life to go with. To the point that he tracked down a very old, very ex-girlfriend.
When I got over the shock of the offer, I protested that I had no money, no passport and could not afford to even eat out everyday. He said it didn't matter and that he was going regardless, but that he would enjoy the trip much more if he could share it with someone. He had no expectation that I would be able to afford a trip last minute, and was just asking me to come along. I had a really hard time with this. I have never been good at accepting gifts or help, especially when it involved money.
This time though, I had something I'd never had before, time. I was unemployed and taking correspondence classes. If I had a job I would have had to quit to take the trip. It would feel impossible and irresponsible. But right then I could disappear for a week and no one would know the difference. And given the state of my mental health, the timing could not have been more perfect. This is a fact that made me nervous. How could this be? I could not process my luck, never having experienced it before. Once I had fought the good fortune long and hard, he convinced me and I was free to feel what anyone should feel when they win a free trip. Ecstatic. I had always wanted to go to Europe, more than anything. Travel is the only thing that made me dream, the only thing I really wanted to experience in life. He knew that. He remembered that.
So we rushed to the post office to get an expedited passport, he was only on leave for 30 days! We had to wait two weeks for it to arrive in the mail. Because we didn't know the date and time of it's arrival for certain, we couldn't book tickets in advance. The day it was supposed to arrive, I packed my bags and waited by the door for the postman. Sure enough, at 11:00 the postman rang, I signed for my passport, and we drove an hour to the airport.
Amsterdam. We were going to Amsterdam. I was going to Amsterdam. I was in a fog. It all felt like a dream. I was about to take a transoceanic flight. I could not think of anything more incredible than being suspended in the air above the clouds watching the planet pass below. The first coastline we saw was England. I cried when I saw it from the airplane window. The coastline looked just like the map on the little screen on the back of the seat. It did exist. England wasn't a conspiracy of cartographers, historians, or propagandists. England was real. Tangible. Prior to the flight of course I believed in England. The evidence to support it's existence was so sufficient i'd even have bet my life that it wasn't merely a work of fantasy or fiction. But no matter how strongly you believe something exists, no matter how many people believe it with you, it still remains just a belief, and not knowledge, until you've personally experienced it. I unexpectedly teared up the moment I knew England existed.
Amsterdam existed too. AJ had rented a little apartment in the Jordaan district for the week. We arrived in the late morning so decided to tough it out and stay up until evening. We dropped our bags and started walking. We walked all over the city; up and down the canals. It was a sensory overload of shapes, patterns, foreign systems and mechanisms. I was awake. I was experiencing every micro-moment of the present. This was a first for me. The present is an exhilarating, fantastical and therapeutic place to be.
But one day he briefly broke the spell and asked me, “Would you be willing to live on a sail boat and sail around the world?” I was a bit stunned by the question. What a fantastical thing to ask. Immediately I was hit by the emotions my father’s model ships had inspired in my as a child. Romance, adventure, fantastic voyages into the unknown on small life support vessels, much like a spaceship. I had always been entranced by model ships, and anchors, and all things nautical. They triggered my imagination and for a few moments I felt the wind whip and the deck creak and was overcome by excitement and elation. “You can do that!?” I responded. “Yes." He said. “Yes!” I said, “Yes, yes yes!” "Are you being serious?” I was immediately serious. Before I got any more excited I needed to know just how possible it was and just how serious he was about accomplishing it. Because if he wasn't dead serious my heart was about to be broken. First a tear for England, now desire and ambition? The despair was fading. He was serious. He told me that he had determined that he had to sail, and he wouldn't pursue a relationship with anyone not interested in living on a boat, and nomadically roaming.
In that week my whole world changed. It broadened and became so new and full of possibility that I felt like I was waking up as someone else. My life took on a course and a purpose from that moment. I found joy, or at least identified where joy comes from, and once I discovered that, I set a course to pursue it relentlessly. I was going to sail around the world. I could barely believe it. I still barely knew what it meant. But I was committed to pursuing that goal with no exceptions or excuses. There was no other option.