Why live on a boat – this is a reasonable question. The more people I discuss this with, the more I realize that not everyone wants to live on a boat. I took it for granted that it’s something everyone wants to do deep down, but for practical reasons, they don’t explore the possibility. Right up there with living in Paris (wistful sigh).
So why do I want to live on a boat (I’m stalling for time while I come up with an answer).
I don’t remember fantasizing about living on a boat when I was young. Though I did love the water and enjoyed the limited exposure I had to boating (except that one homemade power boat that my Dad owned for a while. The bow of that thing would slap up and down against the water to such a degree that I thought I’d get flipped right out into the water).
My first memory of really considering the possiblity was just a couple of years ago, when hubby mentioned that it was a long time dream of this. For some reason, I just seized on the idea.
But why, why … hmmmm. OK, the best I can come up with is this. A live-aboard boat is the solitary venue that will satisfy my wanderlust plus my conflicting desire to have stability in my life – the stability that comes with living in one place and not having to relocate.
And there’s more… there is a love of the sea. And a love for the solitary nature of boat life interspersed with the commaraderie that comes from living in a community of like minded boaters.
And no, riding around in a Winnibago close to the ocean just won’t cut it I’m afraid.
