Okay, my husband was a Sailor. Well, not really. He was in the Navy but he never stepped on a boat his entire enlistment. At least, not at the Navy's request... I will explain that later. But he will be a sailor again.
Water runs in my husband's blood. When we go to the beach, he runs off as fast as he can to the ocean and I get stuck with the munchkins we happen to have with us until he is hungry, then he is off again. When we spend time away from the ocean and return to where you can smell it, he gets giddy like a cat with a toy. He has spent a fair amount of time googling islands and boats trying to tell me that it makes sense to just own one. Whenever we talked about visiting other places, he always wanted to go where you could play in water first, then he may talk about places with cool museums and stuff later.
We are like night and day. I like going to beach, but only my feet touch the water. When I get in a pool, it is to cool down and even then, I like to sit and kick my feet around. When I see cool fish, I want it to be at an aquarium. Night and day.
As just friends, we would talk about seeing the world and traveling. Not having to worry about money or getting home to that job. As a young couple without kids we talked about doing it someday. As young parents with one child, we talked about taking our son to see other cultures. As parents to now two children, we have decided that the dream must become a reality.
Okay, you think I have gone crazy. But stick with me here.
My husband's (we should give everyone a nickname) aunt and uncle bought a sailboat and moved on with three teenage boys and traveled the world for two years. We even went aboard and did Thanksgiving with them on a sailboat when our son was a toddler (yes, it was cramped, the food was delicious, and it was fun). That was the only time my husband stepped onto a real boat while he was in the military.
We have talked about doing it for a while now, but assumed we should wait until my husband has a medical degree and the children were much older. But it wasn't settled. We still talked about moving to a town in our home state. We talked about moving to new states. We talked about moving to other countries.
But tonight, after doing tons of research on statistics of places including states, countries, and even islands (yes, my husband researched islands again) we realized we hated it all.
We drove to another town nearby to buy groceries to get better deals (I cut groceries down to $150 from $300 so well worth it) we took a wrong turn home. What normally takes just half an hour ended up being a two hour drive (awesome, right?). During this time, my husband talked about islands and how we could get away from big societies and live in a place where everyone knew everyone so at least the fear of those predators would be cut down. But to be frank, I am not a small society type person. Most people just don't like me. I am opinionated and I don't tolerate people giving me crap. I live my way and a lot of people don't like that.
So we started talking about living on a boat again. I asked tons of questions and my husband who has had experience in this area answered them. I had already done some research before so I knew some things. We talked about the pros and cons and decided that it was time. We wanted to see the world, be able to move when we wanted, and just get away from it all.
So, this semester will be my husband's last. We still have tons of questions and research to do. It's going to be a long journey. But you get to read about it! Hopefully this summer, we will be moving onto a boat and before the hurricane season hits we will be off to visit some friends or family.
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