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October 22, 2010

I wasn’t at home when we were tied into slip A58 in Monterey Harbor. I was . yes, since I was on my own boat, tied up with my usual dock lines, cooking in my own galley, and sleeping in my own bed. I spent my time in Monterey constantly checking the three forecast areas on NOAA to find our perfect weather window to head north.  Again, I was surprised at myself.  The trip north is usually hard, wet, and cold. Our boat is in great shape and we could actually (foolishly) cash in Tucker’s retirement accounts and head south for at least a year. I always want to go south, or anywhere warmer than wherever I am. But I wanted to go north, to go home.

I’ve been thinking about the meaning of home for a long time.  Years ago when we travelled back and forth from Maine to California I was going home in both directions. Tucker and I have lived in many houses and towns and cities over the years yet I was never settled.  I was always looking for the next thing, our sailboat, and of course the elusive status that we finally have.

Like Miss Rumphius, I want to the world, live by the sea, and do something to make the world more beautiful.  I wonder if traveling the world living on the sea will count as both (travelling and living) in the end, but I suspect I will live on land again someday.  Will it feel like home to finally  sail into Round Pond Harbor?  Will there be many places that feel like home along the way?  Santa Cruz might be right, but there’s an 18 year waiting list.  Many people make Mexico their home for a season or two or more. is a ’s favorite, yet as Americans we’re allowed only 90 days there. Some cruisers stop in New Zealand or Australia long enough to rent a house, get jobs, and send their kids to school. Some people like & and Fatty & have managed to round the world many times and never really stop.

Some people go out in the world simply to explore.  Janna Cawrse Esarey sailed Dragonfly during her 2 and a half year honeymoon searching for the meaning of wife.   on Syzygy is sailing to renew her spirit.  Tucker and I want to show our kids as much of the world as we can. I’m certain though that I’ll be looking for home.  Although I’ve hoped it is simply, “where you drop your anchor,” I’m now certain there’s much more to it.

We sailed Convivia out under the Golden Gate Bridge two weeks ago and returned yesterday.  I was coming home.  I was excited and relieved and looking forward to being in our usual spot.  It may be next fall or the following that we head out the Gate and keep on going but for now I’m happy to be here at our marina and happy to know that I’m a sailor, a liveaboard mama, getting herself and her boat ready to sail around the world someday.


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  1. Comment by Charity

    Charity October 23, 2010 at 6:54 am

    As a relatively frequent mover, I think about the nature of home a lot. Reading your post, I wonder if it might be necessary to leave to find out where home really is. Thanks for your post and so much food for thought.

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  3. Comment by Charlotte

    Charlotte October 24, 2010 at 7:55 am

    Sometimes I ponder the same. When we leave for the big sail, will we yearn for San Diego? I grew up in Alaska and sometimes call it home, though I’ll probably never live there again. I have a feeling that it is San Diego that will always be “home” to me now, no matter where I live.

  4. Comment by Amanda

    Amanda November 17, 2010 at 7:22 pm

    Yeah it’s amazing how boat live-aboards seem to attract the same “type” of people. Rather nomadic I’d say. I mean, the thought of living on a boat is romantic but the people who actually do it don’t do it for the romance, solely. They must do it to be like little turtles and bring their home with them so they can explore and expand. I’m glad you explore the concept of home as much as I do. It makes finding a place in community feel like home, somehow.

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