To this:
Did your interior morph from this clean, comfy home:
Into the dumpster from hell like this?
Is your family now sheltering in a hotel, threatening to hire a hit man if you don’t put it all back together ASAP? At night, are you having trouble sleeping in a pile of nuts and bolts? Can’t find your clean underwear in any of the sailbags piled in the head?
Never fear, this is what the sailing life is all about. Days, weeks, months of upheaval, all for a few short weeks of getting the crap kicked out of you in squalls one after the other, giving you the opportunity to see what projects you forgot to do when stuff breaks while you’re cruising in a country that your government does not approve of.
Is there anything else in life worth doing besides messing around in a torn apart boat, putting it all back together for the challenges that come next?
I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.
Unless it's becoming a landlubber and gardening.
Ain’t life funny?
