Joe has been quite sick with a head/chest cold but seems to be getting over it, and now I’ve started to get sick with something yesterday. Being sick sucks. Especially when you are essentially homeless and living out of hotel rooms. Joe and I realize life is a real challenge for both of us right not (not life with each other, but just all these big over-arching issues). We did not think that we would be where we are right now or that the boat would have all the problems that it seems to have today. And while sickness does tend to color your reality a shade darker than it actually is, we have some practical problems to deal with.
Things we are currently frustrated about (not in any particular order):
- We don’t have the boat in the water yet, because the battery bank we had to order for it was shipped from California (not Connecticut like the salesman said). Until they are in the boat, it is still up on the hard.
- We are so tired of living out of hotel rooms or some airbnb bedroom. It begins to wear you down after awhile. We didn’t anticipate having this go on for so long (we thought by now we’d be living on our boat), or how it would make us feel, in general. We are kind of trapped by it, and it is both expensive and depressing.
- Our diets suck, mainly because we can’t cook for ourselves. So our options are (a) cheap food that can be bought from a drive through, or can be microwaved in our room, or (b) expensive food eaten at a restaurant (like salads and grilled meats and seasoned veggies and things made with olive oil and herbs– I’m starting to drool now).
- We have regrets about the boat we bought – we realize we did not have good representation when purchasing it, and it’s not that we’re trying to play the blame game (we are grownups who make our own decisions after all), but since hindsight is 20/20 we realize we should’ve either gotten a different boat, or we should’ve gotten this one for less money. We are currently sucking hard on the everlasting gobstopper called “Reality”.
- We miss our friends and family terribly. We have met some really great people so far, and I know there are new friends yet to come, but it isn’t the same.
- We are also, simultaneously, trying to build a small home on a little vacant lot we own in Eugene, but we are doing it all long-distance. And the truth is, we don’t really know what we’re doing anyways (news flash!) So, for instance, trying to line up excavators to prep the site is a real challenge when we aren’t there to meet them at the site or oversee the process to make sure we’re getting done what we need to. We aren’t even sure of all the right questions to ask.
- In general, we have yet to enjoy any of the expectations we both had about what this journey would be like. We are still waiting for: lazy sunny mornings where we wake up on our boat anchored in a pretty little cove somewhere and sit in the cockpit together wondering whether to snorkel or take the dingy out to explore the coastline; sailing on a lovely beam reach to our next anchorage while the smell of freshly baked bread wafts up from the galley; swimming in the blue waters around our snug boat-home; etc. We both have all these dreams/expectations around this huge idea called ‘moving onto a sailboat’ – and so far all we have to show for it is a boat with more problems than we anticipated, and that isn’t even in the water yet.
- Did I mention we are both sick?
And, yes, I am aware that anyone reading this must be thinking “oh quit whining will you”. Yes, we do indeed know that all of the problems we’re facing are 100% first world problems. For sure. We are here by choice, not by force. Nobody put a gun to our heads and told us to buy a boat located all the way across the country a year prior to us being able to use it, or to sell our house that we’d lived in for 9 years, or to move 3200 miles away from all of our friends and families and both kids. We are here by choice (or insanity), because we wanted to have an adventure that will probably be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Got it.
However! The further into this adventure we get, the more and more I feel like Bilbo Baggins when he said “We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!” Although to be fair, after quite some time had gone by he said “Go back? No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!”
But I do like a good dinner.