Hello February 3, 2010 and goodbye February 3, 2010. I will never know you, nor will I ever meet you. You are a date in history that I have lost throughout my travels. If anything significant had ever happened on February 3, 2010 I would have never been able to witness it. When someone asks: “Where were you on February 3, 2010”, my answer would be… “Nonexistent”. I crossed the International Date Line that day… So instead of being a certain number of hours behind my family at home, I am now a day ahead of them and working my way back slowly to their time.
I still haven’t decided how I feel about missing a day in my life, but I can not exactly complain. Last year for my birthday i was travelling through time zones and was actually able to live a 36 hour birthday. So I suppose missing one day in my life won’t matter too much. It is another thing to cross off my bucket list: Time Travel.
Yesterday, February 2, 2010 the warthog saw his shadow, today February 4, 2010 is another day at sea and uneventful like most other days. Something to ponder: ” What is coming, but is never here?”… The answer is “tomorrow”.