This year I tried something new. I got on a plane for the first time (terrifying), went to Miami for the first time (unreasonably hot, pray for Florida), and boarded a ship for the first time. Large bodies of water and I don't mix so I wasn't looking forward to my trip.

Then the horn went off and we started moving. We hit three islands, met new people, I reconnected with family that moved away, met new family, drank everyday and partied with strangers from different states. Now that I'm two weeks back on land, I regret not risking being a stowaway. I'm sure none of the staff would've noticed. I forgot how much work sucked.

In the spirit of trying new things, next year I'll hide in one the lifeboats instead of going home. They don't check those, right?