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weekend update
Aug. 22nd, 2010 12:54 pmnot feeling so well today- possibly due to the fast food. Other than that, somewhat dispirited by the latest round of boat-related hooey. Keeping an eye on the weather. Tomorrow we go to pick up the stuff from NH storage and try to get the show on the road... or rather, the boat on the water. I pray that she doesn't take on water. So far, it looks like it wasn't a tank leak, just some backwash. With good luck, tomorrow the mast and rigging will finally get up, We have about $1200 of work that had to be done, mostly replacing small parts. No way we could have gone to the Salem marina. And we definitely need to sell our car to finance the start of our life at sea.
However, my mood is lightened by reading Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson, in which he details the obstacles faced and time spent trying to build a school in the remote Baltistan region of the Himalayas. This is the sort of pull that I feel, that despite the fear which is lingering at the edges, I feel like this path is a true one for me. I will have to get used to doing without the luxuries to which I've grown accustomed on land, but I remind myself that I've done well with less. It's the kids that I worry about, although they have proven quite adaptable to these challenges. Provided that we can at least keep Stardust afloat, we'll have a home again. To turn back now seems fruitless; we've spent nearly all of the money left over from the sale on essentials like food and shelter. Had we known it would take so long, we would have rented an apartment and found someone to take care of our pets in the interim. We are so close now.
*deep sigh* So... we need a dinghy right away, and I need to park the kids with an adult while we make the drive to and from NY to pick up our belongings and mail. This week is going to be busy and difficult, and I can't let the initial rush of fear dissuade me. At least I recognize this feeling as the nervousness I felt on giving birth, on getting married, on deciding to move to FL. Fear that my life will change in such a drastic way, and that I might be on the wrong path. Fear of making a bad decision. This is somewhat normal, and I will not let it paralyze me.
By the next time I post, I may be moored in Bristol Harbor.
However, my mood is lightened by reading Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson, in which he details the obstacles faced and time spent trying to build a school in the remote Baltistan region of the Himalayas. This is the sort of pull that I feel, that despite the fear which is lingering at the edges, I feel like this path is a true one for me. I will have to get used to doing without the luxuries to which I've grown accustomed on land, but I remind myself that I've done well with less. It's the kids that I worry about, although they have proven quite adaptable to these challenges. Provided that we can at least keep Stardust afloat, we'll have a home again. To turn back now seems fruitless; we've spent nearly all of the money left over from the sale on essentials like food and shelter. Had we known it would take so long, we would have rented an apartment and found someone to take care of our pets in the interim. We are so close now.
*deep sigh* So... we need a dinghy right away, and I need to park the kids with an adult while we make the drive to and from NY to pick up our belongings and mail. This week is going to be busy and difficult, and I can't let the initial rush of fear dissuade me. At least I recognize this feeling as the nervousness I felt on giving birth, on getting married, on deciding to move to FL. Fear that my life will change in such a drastic way, and that I might be on the wrong path. Fear of making a bad decision. This is somewhat normal, and I will not let it paralyze me.
By the next time I post, I may be moored in Bristol Harbor.
