Ride of my Life
Dedicated to my grandmother Philomena, who was always a lover of the Titanic and the survivor's tales.
When they say once in a lifetime, typically, you don’t pass it up. I honestly wish I had. There isn’t much in my life that I can say that about, but this part of my life. Yes. There isn’t a thing that I wouldn’t go back and change. I’d slap my younger self if I could. Why did I ever think it was a good idea? I was a stupid kid for sure, but what choice did I have? Oh, there were choices, but I hadn’t looked hard enough. I saw the enormous opportunity and the freedom and that’s all I needed. Nothing could have gone wrong. I had listened to the adults, and that was my biggest mistake in the end. I always hated listening to them before, so why had I chosen that time to listen? Because, Nina, you’re a stupid dolt of a girl who wanted to get away from your family and marriage. Yes, this all boils down to me fleeing away because I didn’t want to get married to the guy my father thought was the best fit for me. So I jumped on the first ship out of the country. That ship being the ship of dreams. Or nightmares depending on when you’ve read this.
