Round & Round

Sometimes I get frustrated with my indirect, repetitive routes. Up and down California, before I can retrieve the tiny house. Roundabout Oregon before deciding not to live there. Across the country to save my mother, who didn’t want to be saved. Up and down Baja wondering what I’m doing with my life. All this traveling wears me out. I am a solitudinous nester.

Enough.

I signed up for another live-aboard sailing course, and am visiting marinas and shipyards. This month, instead of merely ogling, I boldly declare to strangers, “I am looking to buy a bluewater cruising sloop, between 24 and 35 feet. What do you have for sale?” 

Patronized, ignored — so be it. You can block me, but you cannot stop me. I want to live on the sea. If it doesn’t work out, if the weather is too scary or the learning curve too steep, well then, at least I tried. No roads on the ocean.

Bonnie Raitt sings, Round and round, up and down. Yeah. That’s life. Let’s live it.