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Last night we did a boat crawl on a miserable rainy evening.  The wine and scotch were flowing freely as my new boatyard friends showed off their tiny homes one at a time.  We were all celebrating our impending launches even though none of us are on the schedule yet .  I snuck away early wanting some private time with Sookie.  I’m finally moved aboard, winter has made me a fat and soft land lubber and my transition to my normal life has been a tough one.

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The prospect of moving back aboard just to be a live-abord hasn’t really gotten me overly excited.  I like day sailing but my heart is always on the move. I was born a nomad, its in my genetic makeup and as natural as breathing.  My complete disinterst has made progress slow and Sookie is a disorganized wreck.  Last night was the first time this year that I really felt good about moving back aboard, land will do that to you.  Hot showers and flush toilets will surly kill the hardiness necessary to live as simply as I do.  I’ve become a softie.

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My home is finally complete, now I just need to break out of the mental prison I have created for myself.  It feels good to have all my eggs back in my little basket and I’m hoping once I’m floating again to get my mojo back.  I have about two solid weeks of boat projects but I’ve put them off till I’m floating.  Its amazing how easily ordinary life becomes once you bite the bullet and take that first giant leap.

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“I wondered about the explorers who’d sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when they risked falling over the edge; how amazed to discover, instead, places they had seen only in their dreams.”
― Jodi Picoult

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