It seems like it's been raining alot ☔ lately. Actually just about every time I start trying to do something, or first thing in the morning, and right before I step out of the shower at the marina and then have to do the fifty yard dash back to the boat or just sit on the head till it passes and hope no unknowing soul comes calling for the head.
Luckily, I only have like 6 leaks now :) and 1 that moves a round. Watching the storms roll in from the safety of the pilothouse on the hard makes me really yearn for that same view at sea.
When I think about the freedom that awaits me out there I start to feel hopeless like it will never happen for me. It's just about then when I tell myself "hey, look how far you have come. From sleeping in a storage unit to owing the boat and being so fucking close to your dreams coming true you can taste the sweet salty air of the Caribbean. So relax Rick" is what I tell myself.
