You board an ocean liner slowly headed towards the most beautiful place on earth, a place filled with colors you’ve never seen before, strange hues and surprising shades, a place that is guaranteed to change your life at the exact moment you land, the only place in the world where the reality actually exceeds your expectations.
The journey is taxing, laborious, filled with twists and turns, fog and wind, storms, alternate routes, close calls, exhaustion, but always, almost always, those who start the journey make it to paradise.
But this one time, with the destination in site, dead ahead, the ship slams into a storm and swallows the vessel whole, leaving you gasping for air, desperate for what lies just in front of you. And it’s all over. Just like that.
I don’t always know how to put this pregnancy into words.
The sheer guts it takes for Kari to get up from the shipwreck, grief stricken and physically broken, and then to stagger back to the start of the same journey, this time with the addition of fear, post traumatic stress and the feeling of utter helplessness, in order to board the same exact ocean liner is, well, an astonishing feat of grit.