It all started when I realized that my dad and I hadn't really seen each other in somewhere around 3 years. The more I contemplated this, reflecting on all the ups and downs I had experienced in that time without us actually connecting, the more I panicked. Awareness of the sneakily short duration of life we are given started staring me in the face, and being busy can only be an excuse for so long. Family is relevant and if possible should be tended to, just like any other aspect of a healthy life. The time had come for a trip together. So. We decided to try for a transatlantic cruise.
The monolithic Queen Mary 2 would disembark from New York City, course the ocean, and arrive in London one week later. I took the opportunity to spend some time in New York before leaving.