Boat = Home.

The panic is gone – today the boat is home.

Things have worked out so well that it is hard to remember why I even felt that way. Our plans for the future, while still quite general in nature, include all the advantages of having a home that is mobile. Little L. is having the time of his life. Ma and Pa are able to be with him 24/7 – what they do, he does. Because of our lowered expenses I am able to work much fewer than the average 40 hours a week. This means more family time and more time to pursue those things that really interest me. I don’t regret the decision to move aboard for one second. The freedom from following the path of “normal” has been worth it all.

Yves, a friend of mine who is also a bit of a dreamer and a wonderer, said it best at in the intro to his blog Bohemian Sailors:

“Somewhere, out there, exists the “book of life” written by society” which establishes timelines for a variety of life’s stages.

The following is a condensed chronological version of these conventional, predetermined stages:

1. after high school comes college or university (trade) studies,
2. then the hunt for that perfect companion starts,
3. establish a career,
4. marry that perfect companion,
5. buy a house and car,
6. have a couple of kids,
7. work longer hours,
8. buy a second car,
9. work longer hours,
10. buy a bigger house,
11. then work for the next 25 years in preparation of those last 10-15 years of retirement.”

This is what is considered normal? Can you say dangling carrots? We have broken out of the mould – we follow our own path. On this new path my boat is my home.

OK – that’s enough of that – this sort of ends the chronological part of this blog. From here on out I plan to be current – to record the things and thoughts that happen to us on a daily basis.

I’m off to tbe marina bathroom for a shower…