When the snow was 4′ deep and we hadn’t visited Brio in over three months…
When I was doing YouTube-yoga and trying meditation and Whole30 and running and metalsmithing and basically ANYTHING to make living a somewhat isolated existence on an island feel a little easier… (note to self: we do so much better with people around!)
When I realized packing a house-load into a boat was going to be SO. MUCH. HARDER. than packing a boat-load into a house…
When I was crying tears of sheer overwhelm, trying to juggle deadlines with us cleaning out our rental house with moving everything into the boat with getting said boat moved, launched, re-rigged, re-sailed and ready for a short jaunt… (I have much more empathy for people moving from houses into boats now 😉 )
When we only-sort-of-jokingly admitted that we both felt more nervous about this 13-mile trip to Portland than we had about transitting the Panama Canal or crossing the Gulf Stream… (where does boat bravery GO in the winter?? I swear mine just flew out the window. Thank goodness for Bill, our best into-sailing friend who came along for the trip to force us to put our brave faces on 😉 )
It was all for this.
Life afloat is good. Life afloat, at a dock in downtown Portland, Maine, is fantastic.
– LMK 🙂
It is such a wonderful place, isn’t it?? So jealous. Enjoy this perfect weather!
Yay!! It is something else how extreme this lifestyle can be…the sheer intensity of preparing for deadlines and ‘will everything work?’ and moving and packing etc etc to the a beautiful sight of the dock and a lovely floating nest.
I’m happy for you two! 🙂