I've finally started to find my way around this large ship. There's so many interesting things and so many people. I do believe that I'm becoming quite adept at losing my way, but this doesn't seem so odd, for some reason.

Perhaps, soon, I'll find the kitchens.

I didn't quite realize how long this trip would take...

Then again, how do we even know when we've found paradise? What is paradise? Books, so many books, name it as some place up above the clouds, but I don't think I'd like it there. I do rather like it here, though; there's so much noise and so much life...

It will be better here, here where there's only promises of paradise and the sound of machinery. And people! So many different people! I think I like it here. I think I'll learn a lot here.