Now that weâ€™re sitting in Indiantown Marina and itâ€™s obvious that weâ€™re going to be here for quite a long time while we fix up Daze Off to sail, I donâ€™t want to bore you with stories that areÂ onlyÂ related to boat work (but donâ€™t worry, theyâ€™re still coming). Â I know thatâ€™s what some of you crave, but if youâ€™re like me, you also need a little fun in there. Â A little travel and a little adventure.
So for the foreseeable future while we are doing nothing much more than boat work I will be adding a Throwback Thursday post in every week as well. Â Cataloging our trip so far, giving you that needed sense of travel and adventure, and for those of you that havenâ€™t started with us from the beginning, catch you up on some of the most important or memorable parts of our travels.
Sometimes they’re not always the highlights but instead the downfalls. Â Because sometimes, cruising sucks. Â You can even be in paradise yet still find it sucking for a multitude of reasons. Â This is where I found myself in late June after 10 months out, while sitting in the Bay Islands of Honduras.
We had just come from they Cayman Islands where we said goodbye to Brian and Stephanie, but made new friends of Nate and Jenn, a couple our age living on the island, and even brought Nate with us on our sail over as he was headed to the same place as us anyway. Â Cruising through these beautiful islands I should have been so happy but for some reason being on a boat in the Caribbean, or anywhere really, was the last place I wanted to be. Read on to find out how you can have the whole world in front of you and sometimes it’s still not enough.**
You can find the original post here. Along with a lot of wonderful comments from a lot of readers and one really rude one from some guy. Â What the heck?, man.
Friday June 21, 2013
I was hoping I wouldnâ€™t have to admit this, but I donâ€™t think I can hold it in any longer, especially with all the negative hints Iâ€™ve probably been dropping lately. Iâ€™m burnt out on cruising. At this moment I donâ€™t want to do it any more. Neither of us really do, actually. I donâ€™t know exactly how or when it came about, when the excitement and thrills turned to dread and loathing, all I know is that I want off of this boat and out of this lifestyle. Lately every day has been a struggle, and the worst part is, I canâ€™t even figure out why. Itâ€™s not like anything has suddenly changed, that weâ€™re in a terrible place, or have just faced weeks and weeks of bad weather, which could leave anyone yearning for their life back on land. The situation is the same. Itâ€™s somehow me thatâ€™s now different.
To figure out where this may have started, weâ€™d have to goÂ way,Â wayÂ back. Both of us had been thoroughly enjoying our travels until Hurricane Sandy hit us last October. The storm wasnâ€™t bad, in fact, we had a nice little hurricane party in honor of it, but right after that the weather turned to shit. We spent the next month where the highs were in the 50â€²s, lowâ€™s in the 30â€²s, and the sky was overcast every day. But, we held out hope that things would get better. Traveling from Georgia to Florida, the sun broke from the clouds, I was able to peel off a few layers, and white sand beaches with clear waters were almost within our reach. I should not have spoken too soon. That evening we had ourÂ accident, which left us in Floridaâ€™s First Coast for three months while we waited on insurance, fixed the boat, and prepared ourselves to leave once more. Christmas was spent alone, on the hard in a boat yard, but we both still held hope that things would get better.
Finally, they did. We entered the Bahamas in mid-March, to the sunny days, crystal clear waters, and white sand beaches we both had been dreaming about. Reunited with good friends we traveled the islands, caught and cooked fish and lobster for dinner, and had bonfires under the starts at night. It was perfection, everything we could have dreamed of. Holding out hope had payed off a thousand times over. From the Bahamas we crossed over to Jamaica and Cuba, still with our friends, and still having the times of our lives. There were the normal hardships, sure, living on a boat doesnâ€™t come without itâ€™s difficulties, but for the most part all of these initial annoyances had become second nature by now. My rage didnâ€™t pop up when I had to move all the pots and pans from our oven to the navigation station so I could use it for cooking, or when I had to use three of the steps on the companionway to temporarily store the contents of our chill box as I searched for the strawberry jam all the way at the bottom. We both became masters at unpacking and repacking our aft cabin/storage area to reach the paper towel stored all the way at the back. It wasnâ€™t really hard anymore, it was justâ€¦.how it was now.
So this still leaves me grasping at what has changed. I can tell you that it happened in Cayman. Here we were on this beautiful little slice of paradise, and after about three days there, I could have cared less. I wasnâ€™t interested in walking the streets or browsing through the windows. After a couple of fun days of snorkeling, I didnâ€™t feel like getting in the water anymore. Our lives became centered, for a short time, around boat work, and I figured that it, along with our rolling anchorage, was what was putting me in my foul mood. I think the only reason we got off the boat most of the time was because our friends made plans that involved us, and even though Iâ€™d go back to my olâ€™ happy self while we were with them, as soon as we got back to Serendipity, the unhappiness sank back in.
Matt was going crazy in his own mind with never ending boat repairs, and this constant creaking noise thatâ€™s been in some of the floor boards ever since our accident. I think he was tired of the cost and the work related to cruising. I was justâ€¦tired. I wanted creature comforts again, I wanted to go home. One night, when Matt did his usual song and dance of not wanting to cruise, I gave in. (For those of you who donâ€™t know, even though cruising was originally his idea, by the time we were getting ready to leave, he changed his mind and decided he didnâ€™t want to do it anymore. He was happy with his life at home, and with all the money weâ€™d saved up, we could have had a very comfortable lifestyle there. A condo on the 14th floor in the heart of downtown? Thatâ€™s all starting to sound very nice now. But back then, it was me who still wanted to go, dragging him along, somewhat kicking and screaming at the beginning.) I never knew if these were serious request before, Iâ€™d always talk him back into the cruising lifestyle, saying that when he got older heâ€™d regret that he didnâ€™t travel the world, but this time, I wanted out just as bad. When he said â€œThatâ€™s it, Iâ€™m done with itâ€, as he tends to do at least every other week, I replied, â€œMe too, letâ€™s go homeâ€. But, to switch up roles, it was him that talked me into staying, stating that weâ€™d at least get ourselves to Guatemala and re-evaluate there.
Which, while on the topic of traveling, I have another confession to make. We HATE passages. Seriously dread them. Itâ€™s not that theyâ€™re scary or overwhelming. Theyâ€™re just incredibly boring and uncomfortable, and for days at a time. I didnâ€™t mind them too much while going down the eastern seaboard. It was mostly just day traveling down the ICW, and the few hops out into the Atlantic, usually only for 24 hours, or 36 max. Were those passages comfortable? No, probably some of the worst weâ€™ve had (damn you Northern Atlantic!), but, the excitement was there still, because every passage meant more miles south. Closer to warm weather, closer to clear waters, and closer to sandy beaches. But ever since we left the Bahamas and there are no more â€˜day tripsâ€™, and neither of us are now too fond of the thought of traveling in a boat. Worst.Cruisers.Ever.
I thought a change of scenery might help, but the feelings havenâ€™t changed since weâ€™ve gotten to Utila. For the past few days, Mattâ€™s been doing his best trying to cheer me up, telling me we can do whatever I want, but it still hasnâ€™t made a difference. Have I already become jaded? It almost feels like no matter what island or location I could place myself right now, the Cook Islands in the South Pacific, or the azul waters of Greece, I wouldnâ€™t be happy. Which, in the end, makes me feel ten times worse about the situation. How spoiled must I be to lead the life I do, and not have it be enough for me? Who knows, maybe itâ€™s just the waves rattling my brain around too much, and I havenâ€™t been able to think straight lately Or maybe, the world is not enough. I really hope itâ€™s the first one, because I canâ€™t wait to get those feelings of excitement back.*
I feel like my life has gone from this
*Editorâ€™s Note (a few weeks later): Â We are now in Guatemala, and back to our regular selves. Â Time spent in a marina, living a somewhat normal life again, has done wonders for our attitude. Â I canâ€™t say Iâ€™m still looking forward to crossing the Caribbean Sea again, but, maybe after a few more months the excitement will restore itself. Â Iâ€™m also finding out from a herd of otherÂ bloggersÂ right now, that cruising can make oneâ€¦a littleÂ bipolar. Â As bad as I feel for anyone else going through these emotions, Iâ€™m also glad to know Iâ€™m not the only one.
**The good news is, after all the miles we logged in 2014 with passages ranging from 3 days to 28 days, we’ve discovered that we do like sailing again. Â The hard part is in fact those 36-96 hour passages where they’re not over in the blink of an eye yet you don’t have the time to settled into a groove. Â Maybe not the worst cruisers ever anymore?