Disconnecting – One Line at a Time
We have always thought that when we decided to move aboard our boat, we would rent our home so that we would have a place to come home to in the future. We didn’t want to be one of those couples that sold everything to move on a boat. And besides, we love our home in San Antonio – it’s a “lock-n-go” home on the golf course, close to shopping, hospitals, and great people. It is the perfect retirement home for an aging couple. What happened to our plan????
Somewhere between “Let’s sell our Manta Catamaran, Double Wide” and “Let’s buy a Nordhavn,” we decided we should go ahead and sell our home. I still don’t know exactly how any of it happened, but we listed it in May and had a contract on it within 3 hours! Huh? At the very least, I thought we would have 6-8 months to get used to the idea of being homeless, but here we are, giving away, selling, or trashing almost everything we own. Everything we have left fits in to a 5’X5′ storage locker – family heirlooms, pictures, documents, and a few keepsakes. That’s all that’s left of 28 years of living, loving, and raising 2 wonderful boys.
In the interest of full disclosure, we didn’t really sell EVERYTHING. Some things we moved on to Roam (or will shortly) and a few other things are going to our house down at Ingleside on the Bay, Texas, which we will keep for now. But still, we got rid of a TON of stuff! I never considered myself a hoarder, but I have to admit it was hard to let some things go. I agonized over the simplest things, but Michelle found it cathartic. She was relentless and sometimes, from my POV, heartless. And the job would never have been completed without her tireless work and dogged determination to get us out of that house and on to the boat.
So this week we untie another line that binds us to land and I couldn’t be happier about it.