I have found my spot.
In a wooden lawn chair on deck 8.
In the middle of the ocean, with the waves slowly breathing against the side of the boat.
In between two frat boys reading their bibles.
Under the starry sky with its moon softly illuminating the inky black water.
Curled up in my Disneyland sweatshirt and the tiny blanket that all international flights give their passengers, that isn't as comfortable as home, but is pretty damn close.
With a copy of Eat, Pray, Love on the table next to me, Liz Gilbert's words guiding me on my own journey of self discovery.
The boat gently rocking her passengers to sleep, as I sit in silence and breathe in this new opportunity, this new life, this new spot.
