Night one is in the books! And I didn’t sink! I’ve had a lot of sleepless nights, letting this irrational fear seep in (pun intended) that something crazy will happen and my boat will fill with water as soon as I move on board. Just when I had fully come to terms with the fact that the fear stems from nothing concrete and I’d be fine…..*cue Hurricane Michael*
REALLY. Guys. You do not understand. When I moved into my apartment last year, on the water, a hurricane strolled in the next day and I was evacuated for five days. Left in my dark, power-less, parents’ house. I don’t know what it is about my moving schedule and massive storms, but I’ll be sure to let you know the next time I’m moving so you can all get prepared for the impending doom making it’s way to Florida’s beautiful West Coast.
Needless to say, it’s been quite windy these past few days and I’m still working on the sea legs. What doesn’t help is when you meet your new marina community and have a few drinks, then try and come back to a moving house! I have quite a few bruises on my legs from moving and renovating but I won’t pretend that two or three of these aren’t from me losing my balance…yikes!
Bruises aside, the neighbors I met on my first day were so welcoming! I had two different people ask if I needed help moving and then invite me out sailing for the day. One guy rode up on a kayak and even offered to make me a custom door that my air conditioner would fit in. They invited me out to the community grill where everyone brought a different dish and we all had dinner together. We drank wine and got to know each other as we watched the sunset. I had been told that living with other liveaboards is all about the sense of community and friendship, but who would have thought I’d find such a comfortable fit on day one!
Once I got back to the boat and was all moved on, it was smooth sailing. I tried to make the boat as comfortable as possible, being such a small place. Lots of pillows, blankets, and rugs. String lights, candles, and a whole wall of wine…I’m not sure how anyone could have a bad first night here.
The weather relatively calm for my first night, and the gentle rocking of the boat put me to sleep quickly. I tend to move a lot in my sleep, so it’ll take a while to get used to the shape of the v-berth. I definitely can’t stretch out as much as I am used to, but I’m starting to like this whole cocoon-like room situation. Is this what those super tight Thunder dog shirts are like?
I woke up to the sound of the boats and birds, both buzzing around the marina early in the morning. The sun shining through the forward hatch. I made a cup of coffee in my tiny coffee pot, grabbed a book, and sat out on the deck for about an hour reading. I mean where else are you going to get a morning view like this?
I had a lot of people tell me that I’m crazy for wanting to move onto a boat. But if there’s one thing that I’ve learned throughout my short 23 years, it’s that negativity has no room in pursuing dreams. It’s a morning like this, sitting outside writing this blog post, that let’s me know I made the right decision for myself. I hope that each of you strives to find your own personal happiness, whatever that may look like. For now, mine looks like a tiny sailboat, bobbing quietly on the horizon.
Much love and adventure,