I’m the first one to wake up every morning. I emerge from our nest of blankets and sleeping bags, all piled high, five sleepy people snuggled in one room at the close of each day. The dawn awakens me. It’s cold so I slip my socks back on my feet and peek out one of the port windows surrounding our cabin. The water beckons.
So what’s it like selling (almost) everything you own and packing up your family for an indefinite adventure?
Exhausting. Exciting. Thrilling. Humbling.
It has been a challenging, exciting time the last couple of months. First we had our initial three week trip to our boat for the first time as a family. There was so much to do to get ready, everyday I felt overwhelmed by something, whether making lists, packing or knowing what to say to family and friends about our trip. But the trip itself was amazing and fulfilling, despite it’s challenges.
We awoke with newfound energy. We had sailed for two days now and we were beginning to grasp how our routine was supposed to go. We had a quick breakfast again and started early as the sun was rising. We make a habit of listening to the weather forecast the night before we sail. It said it was going to be 3-4 foot seas with wind 15- 20 knots with gusts up to 30 knots, which wasn’t as calm as the day before but good for sailing since the wind would help us gain speed!
Our first voyage as a family on s/v Gromit! We were all excited but nervous as well. It would be the first time for everything, so we didn’t really know what to expect, but Mike’s dad joined us for the cruise so we would have extra help if we needed it. His many years of sailing was great to have on board.
We left Holiday Point Marina in Edgewater, Maryland (just outside of Annapolis located on the South River) bound for Solomon’s Island.
When God gives you a $34.00 plane ticket, you take it.
Four years ago I was preparing to get on a plane for fifteen hours. I was a nervous wreck. Literally, I was a trembling mess. Earlier I had clearly heard God tell me to let go of my fear of traveling, but as the day to leave approached, it seemed as if the fear only grew.
Just nine months ago my husband and I were relaxing on the couch together watching a movie. The kids were in bed…