I’m driving. Heading east. We talk about how long we’ve been on the road. Almost two weeks now. We’re making a long haul from New Orleans. Arriving in Fort Lauderdale tonight. But it doesn’t phase us. Same old; chipping away at The Boat Dream. Just inching closer km by km. Then something suddenly changes. We turn south. We’re heading down the Florida pan handle. I get glimpse of possibility. It’s now getting real. We’re hours away from Fort Lauderdale and it strikes me; We’re going to buy our boat this week. Seven years and it’s now only days away. This is fucking happening! I get wet eyes. Happy tears. Butterflies. A feeling of excitement. Somewhat scared. And just like that, as quickly as the feeling came on, it goes away. We’re just driving south again.
Tomorrow is Survey day. We go through this beauty with a fine tooth comb. Find every burnt out light bulb. Most importantly, find out if she’s sea worthy. But it’s all just a technicality. It’s really just for insurance purposes. We know she is the one. We know she’ll take us around the world.
Ashley has officially requested a southern style plantation house if we ever move back to land.
She may have also forgotten that the bathing situation ist a tad bit old school.
Over the past weeks, we have passed thru Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, Alabama, Georgia and now Florida. It’s been a whirlwind. One city that stood out in particular was most definitely, New Orleans. A beautiful city and incredibly fun city.
Ahhh. The world of storage. A world unto it’s own. We have now rented one of these bad boys for one week while we wait to move onto the boat.
Our worldly possessions can be located in B43.