Writing my blog on leap day is something quite special. Leap day serves as a humble reminder that time is truly a human construction, and we tend to mess up. With all the left over minutes and hours from years past, we conveniently have 24 hours to create a very special leap day. I cannot really remember what I was doing on leap day in 2016; maybe I was at school, a bit excited it was one of my teacher’s 6th birthdays. But this leap day, I was sailing in the Caribbean Sea near St. Vincent. Which is something inherently special, but being on leap day there is an intimacy with those left over 24 hours, knowing no other class will experience this until 2024, even then it won’t be the same.
Elusive Moonhole community in Bequia (no straight angles in the houses)
As most people have mentioned, time moves weirdly through these waters. Coming into the second half of our sea component, it feels like I’ve known most of my shipmates for years but also for such little time. I’ve never been in a place where you learn something new every day. I remember on the first day being on the ship, I barely knew where I was in relation to anything, the space felt bigger and more unknown. But in just 3 weeks, you become so quickly familiar with the ship and all the wonderful people she carries -- everyone going on their own journey yet somehow we’re all on the same one at the same time.
Zoya (Cornell University)
PS: Sorry to the people back home and at uni I probably forgot to send you this link, but I will do so when we reach Dominica! I miss everyone a lot, but it’s always comforting to look at the sun and be reminded that at least she is a constant in all our lives. Except maybe in Ithaca she’s been hiding…but you know what I am trying to say.