Sharks are my biggest fear in life. Irrational? Probably. But ever since I saw JAWS, no swim in the ocean has ever been the same…which is a shame, because I grew up in New England, spent summers on the Cape, and love the ocean. Yet while in the water, I perpetually move my legs around to avoid a nip and feel like I’m on borrowed time throughout my entire swim. Most of the time I feel safe when on land; that is, until this week when a shark was discovered on the NYC subway in car #8994 of the N train. Seriously. And during the Discovery Channel’s Shark Week no less. After living here for six years, I’m not actually surprised but merely amused by this. Despite my fears and the recent discovery of land sharks, I’ve been glued to Shark Week–maybe I just like to scare myself and curse people who like to “chum the water”.
So what is a person to do when they are deathly afraid of sharks? Move to Australia! (the place with the highest amount of fatal shark attacks in the world). Yes, this was a weird lead-in to the fact that I’m currently organizing my apartment and packing to move to Oz in SIX DAYS. Wow. My family will be living in Sydney for four months, and will return to the land of subway sharks in time to see Jolly St.Nick. While over there, I plan to blog more and work on lots of website updates, so stay tuned. Of course, I’m also planning to take lots of new photographs as we experience our second round of spring and summer in 2013.
Have you traveled to Australia or moved abroad? Have any advice for me? Or care to share YOUR biggest fear in life?
Huge Dorsal Fins–Watch Hill, RI, 2013