This morning, I find myself surrounded by…sleeping men. It’s true.
On this early morning when the sun refuses to make an appearance, their gentle breathings fill the air. They shift in their slumber, then settle into comfort and sleep on. I don’t even know these men. They are strangers to me, but I furtively watch them sleep, and feel our kinship.
Of course, we are in the cabin of our ferry, the Everett Libby, so it’s all legit.
These men are my fellow frequent floaters. We board a boat in the early morning and cross water to find opportunity.
For these guys, the opportunity is work. They are chugging toward Vinalhaven, bringing huge tool totes and boxes of parts with them. They’re out to earn an honest day’s wage anywhere they can, despite the crazy commute. They’ll put in a day, then board the last boat at 4:30 leaving for the mainland.
For me, the opportunity is school. I’m chugging back home after a day and a night on the mainland, toting many books and my laptop and bulk foods from the co-op. I’m chasing my college degree, and I do this despite my own crazy commute. Of course, I’m doing this with the firm hope and belief that I, too, will find work when I finish my degree.
So we are much the same, you see, floating toward opportunity, and then floating home afterward.