I'm spending a few days here at my old MFA program promoting a book and seeing old friends. My mom is a student here. My best friend graduated with me. Many of my dearest friends are here and, for the first time, so is my husband. It's pretty amazing. It's been a couple of years since I saw a lot of these people but it's as if no time has gone by. We just picked up the same conversations we were having the last time I was here.
|Also the napping. Definitely need to pick up the napping I was doing before.|
All this reminded me of Voyager and a post I've been meaning to write. One about family. I get that, in their own way, every Star Trek features a family of sorts but none are as explicitly stated as Voyager. The characters refer to Voyager's crew as a family throughout the run. Over and over Janeway mentions bringing wayward souls into the fold. Naomi Wildman is born and raised on Voyager and Tom and B'Elanna fall in love, marry, and have a baby there.
These are people brought together thanks to a string of choices each of them made. With no one there, no Federation, no support, not even letters from home for the first several years, all they have is each other. In the beginning all they have in common is their location but gradually they develop bonds so strong that they'll do anything for one another--as long as they don't have to break up the family.
As a kid, I didn't really get this. Even as a young adult when I rediscovered Voyager, I didn't appreciate it. Now though, as I look a the relationships I've built--relationships I thought for a long time were impossible for me--I appreciate Voyager in a new way. I see the kids from my camp, my fellow actors, my fellow writers, and my husband, and I realize that I'm as fiercely protective of my cobbled-together-family as Janeway is.