It’s finally happened.
For the last 48 hours, our only definition of “home” has been a 32 foot long sailboat named “Sionna”. We’ve eaten our meals, played cards, slept and talked, drunk coffee and rum, watched the sunset, and even put a few things away in our “spare” time.
So how does it feel?
Glorious. And wonderful. And a bit surreal, truth be told.
Of course we haven’t gone anywhere yet. We’re planning a short open-house aboard on Wednesday afternoon, for those of our friends who haven’t yet had a chance to see us. And yesterday the dinghy motor decided not to start. (And of course it started just fine for the mechanic, thank you very much! Not happy about that. I almost never take things to a mechanic – there’s seldom anything they can do that I can’t, but I could find nothing wrong with it, and finally decided to give the Pro a chance – and it started first pull for him. Unfair.)
Plus we’re winterizing the RV and storing the cars and getting haircuts and putting our wedding rings in the safe-deposit-box and all those thousands of things you have to do when you’re moving and leaving half your existence behind for 8 months.
Busy? Oh just a bit. We’re both just about at the end of our proverbial ropes, short fused, tired.
First world problems, of course. Here we are about to depart on this grand, once-in-a-lifetime adventure, and all I can do is complain about the incredible amount of work and how hard it all is… Right?
Well ok, we’re tired. But you know what? We are also awesomely, rediculously blessed and fortunate and in love with life.
So there. Here’s a couple sunsets, just so you know we’re noticing that, too. More next time we have Internet.
Cruising – even the preparation to go cruising, does not suck.