Boat living is full of “aha moments”.
That moment when you realize…..
You have worked for nine months to get rid of stuff. And there is still too much stuff. And you are leaving in less than seven weeks. For real. Ready or not.
On the other hand, all the time you spent worrying about giving up the complete set of All-Clad cookware was wasted, since you use two pieces of your new cookware 90% of the time, and do just fine with them.
You don’t need to go to Dillard’s or Macy’s anymore, and Target is too fancy. WalMart and Costco have whatever you need. And when you go to WalMart, these are now your people.
Your poop no longer magically disappears at the push of a button. It requires actual pumping and goes into a holding tank. Which is located under the head of your bed. And at some point, you have to deal with it.
Two of you plus three dinner guests = five. But you only have four plates. Someone will be eating out of a bowl. This is the moment when you realize that your standards of what makes a perfect dinner party have just changed.
It is nearly 90 degrees with nearly 90% humidity. And your only air-conditioner is in the car. Which you are going to sell in the next few weeks. In the meantime, you are making up excuses to go places just to spend time in the car.
You have the perfect shirt – Correction. HAD the perfect shirt for those shorts, the weather, this occasion. But in was a victim of the downsizing logic tree.
You may miss your old kitchen, and granted the five burner stove was nice, but the adjustment to a three burner stove was easy because you mostly only use two of them anyway.
After one attempt, you realize that boat living and making pizza from scratch may not be compatible.
But then your next thought is ‘how did I ever find the time to work?’ Because matter how much planning, every boat job seems to take exponentially longer than anticipated. And you are leaving in less than seven weeks. For real. Ready or not.
These are the moments when you realize – yep, I live on a boat.