Barracks rooms are very interesting things for landlocked sailors. Some barracks are nicer than others. They can look like upper- scale efficiency hotel rooms with a kitchenette, bathroom, living room, and a bedroom. Some feature three beds; you pray that the other two roommates will be clean, nice, and quiet. Others feature a two-man-room with a bathroom, and a small fridge and a microwave. Some rooms are housed in buildings that are falling apart, and some are even on condemned lists. What they all have in common, though, is that they beat the heck out of berthing spaces on ships.
Upon checking out of my ship, I’d been assigned to a barracks building that was pretty new. Part of me wanted to be excited about the fact that I was leaving my tight digs on the ship for a nicer room, but I could not hide the truth. I was scared, as the ship was the only home I knew. On it were housed my shipmates, my job, my friends, and my boyfriend at the time. Soon, my home at sea would push off the pier and would leave me stranded ashore during the most vulnerable time of my life. Still, I carried on.
Upon checking out of my ship, I’d been assigned to a barracks building that was pretty new. Part of me wanted to be excited about the fact that I was leaving my tight digs on the ship for a nicer room, but I could not hide the truth. I was scared, as the ship was the only home I knew. On it were housed my shipmates, my job, my friends, and my boyfriend at the time. Soon, my home at sea would push off the pier and would leave me stranded ashore during the most vulnerable time of my life. Still, I carried on.
RSS Feed
