It will be a few years until I can step back on board with an eye to staying a while. At the moment, I still live in the mountains of North Carolina, in a small house with a piano in the parlor and a teenager in the good bedroom. But it is time to start dreaming. The nest is preparing to empty, and when it does, I should be ready to fly. Or float.
I lived aboard years ago, with two children, a cat, and a now ex-husband who shall remain nameless. We moved ashore and sold the boat at the beginning of the long, grueling process that eared he who shall remain nameless his prefix. I started a career in ceramics, the kids went to "normal" schools, and life started over again. But the dreams never stopped. Dreams of endless horizons, the gentle clank of rigging, night-sailing, pilot dolphins, and the gentle rocking of the tides to lull me to sleep.
This blog is about those dreams. In it, I will make notes on boats that I stalk online, see on the Interstate Highway (really!), and visit in person when I make it closer than 700 miles from the natal shores. If you are reading it, I probably invited you personally, and you may or may not be my mother. (You will probably not be a Snort.) Feel free to treat it as a conversation.
Well, i for one, am a snort.
ReplyDeleteYou know... I almost said "You will probably not be a Snort, unless of course you are Gabriel." HA! Great minds stink alike.
DeleteNo snort here, just eager to try another, smaller, less "stuff" driven way to live. Just what does one really need to not only survive but thrive? Perhaps we will find out in the not too distant future. For now, sailing classes in the fall for the two of us.
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