It’s time to go sailing.
Well after our eventful arrival here just over three and a half years ago the time has finally come. We now have a definite departure date for sailing from Sydney to Cairns, via the Whitsundays and finally returning to the Great Barrier Reef. It’s been a long time coming and we’ve made some wonderful friends while we’ve been here, but I’m so glad it’s happening, we all are.
You’d think we’d be ready..
We are now madly preparing for sailing north up the east coast of Australia. Aware in so many ways that we won’t have the time to accomplish the things we’d like to before we leave. While I’m writing this I’m wondering if you can ever really feel prepared? And what an irony that after all this time – 6 years living aboard, 3 and a 1/2 of those at the dock in Sydney and yet all of a sudden, we find ourselves in complete turmoil, last minute planning like cyclone evacuees..
I’m unashamedly anal. I’m completely OCD in my planning. I’m more organised than Howards Storage World and IKEA combined and yet, I have found myself in the last few days just standing around and staring into the abyss like a lost child at the shopping centre. It’s overwhelming.
Lots to think about.
There’s a bit on my mind. The girl’s are handling it so well. Yes, they will miss their friends but they’re handling it so much better than we are, not at all upset thank goodness and I keep pinching myself because eventually, there’s going to be those last goodbyes. Swab actually came up and thanked us when we told her she had two weeks to prepare. She was stoked the day had finally come. We are so lucky they aren’t stressed about it. I guess they’ve been ladies in waiting for over three years, I shouldn’t be surprised. Sailing must be in the blood.
I’ll miss our life here but more importantly the friends we’ve made. The girls are making little notes for their friends with Skype and email addresses to help them keep the connection. I’ll be passing out business cards and hoping people keep in touch. The Skipper will be giving up his Friday night sailing and I feel for him, but change is good right?
We’ve accumulated stuff. My worst nightmare. You know, things to make our space pretty: plants, ornamental things, stuff. I hate stuff. But it starts to grow like mould and before you know it, it’s growing out of control and you can’t be bothered trying to stop it anymore and now.., now I’m suffocating under it. I’m tempted to just get a big shovel and a skip bin. The boat is turning back into a sailing boat after three and a half years of being a house boat.
I’m exaggerating a little it’s not that bad, but it is something that I have to deal with. We can’t go sailing with all these projectiles around, I need to deal with it. Add to the list. Tick!
Anyway, I’m going to share my prep with you as it happens. Real time. Think you’re doing it better? Let me know! I’d love some tips.
This week I’m concentrating on getting stuff off the boat. Week two I’ll be bringing stuff on, provisioning. Week three, we’ll be gone.
It’s about to get interesting and fun! Finally! Whoop Whoop! Come sailing vicariously through us :)