We are selling our boat tomorrow and it feels like my heart is breaking.
We put the boat on the market because we got excited about pursuing other travel adventures. The sooner we were out of a boat, the sooner we could finance the next thing. We like to keep moving. We like change. This seemed like a no-brainer. Plus, boats don’t usually sell very quickly – so we’d have a lot of time to change our mind and keep sailing. That makes sense. Right?
We were not prepared for what happened.
I’ll let Will write the details of how we sold the boat, but the cliff notes are that we put out the listing and within an hour we had an offer from the buyer at asking price. Assuming all goes according to plan, we will close tomorrow morning and then be homeless and off to the next thing.
The problem is… we don’t know what the next thing is. We thought we had a plan (hence the quick boat sale) but that just fell through. That’s vague. I know. Maybe someday I’ll write about that – or maybe we’ll still be able to make it happen. Either way, we now are back to square one. We have a couple of ideas. Some good. Some bad. Some plain stupid. I’m sure we’ll figure it out.
But now, we have no boat. I never thought of myself as a “boat person,†but somewhere in this crazy journey that is exactly what I have become. Me, the gal who went along for the ride in her husband’s dream trip, is now the one who gets cranky when we do too much motoring and not enough sailing. I can now sleep through almost any kind of anchorage conditions. And, if you have been watching our videos, you probably realize that I’m the one who has become crazy obsessed with fishing. As a side note, this obsession has gotten to the point where I dream about that moment when a fish hooks on. I practice tying uni knots in my mind as I fall asleep. And I must be having some serious need for children, for I have named all of the lures that have caught me a fish and fondly think of them as my family. There’s The Green Goblin (feather troller – green, naturally), The Blind Bandito (an octopus that lost its googlie eyes), Ol’ Faithful (the first one to actually catch us anything), Cedric (the cedar plug), Deuce (the replacement cedar plug after Cedric got eaten), et cetera, et cetera. Today, I even cried when I was packing up my new Skabenga set that I never got a chance to use on this trip. Oh jeez. What have I become? And how did this happen?
Tomorrow is supposed to be the second best day of my life if you believe the adage. But right now it feels like just a huge mistake. It feels like once we leave Paradox, we have to go back to being the “responsible†people that we were before. We probably should go back to our good jobs. Crank out some kids. And refill the cruising kitty so that we can go off and do a bigger and longer adventure in a few years. That makes sense. Doesn’t it? It also sounds like something that is impossible to do right now. Sitting all day. Meetings. Powerpoint presentation. The Sunday night stress that we have avoided for the past year. I’m not ready to face it just yet. Will says he probably is, but I don’t really believe him.
So we’re not going back to being responsible adults.
I don’t know what we are going to do. I really don’t – although I probably wouldn’t tell you right now even if I did.
What we do know is that we have a one-way rental car. We’ll spend the next week driving from Florida to Philadelphia (where I’m from). Hopefully during the road trip inspiration will strike.
Until then, if you have a boat, enjoy her extra for us as we say goodbye to our wonderful home, and end our first of hopefully many Monday Never adventures.
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