Never in my life have I worked as hard as I have over the past two weeks.
Day in and day out, we worked from 10 to 7, turning Breaking Tradition into a home and emptying our apartment. The walls needed to be painted, carpet needed to be installed, cushions needed to be purchased, and the holding tank needed to be replaced. And that was just the interior!
Outside, there were decks to clean and plenty to teak to be restored. Underneath, there was a bilge to clean, and an air-conditioning unit to install (which required breaching the hull twice—talk about nerve-wracking!).
We had to take a couple of days off from working on the boat, so that we could attend to the bittersweet business of emptying our apartment. Two days was all it really took to complete the Great Purge #3. Two days instead of two months. Our last night there, we drank a toast out on our balcony. We enjoyed our time in Lakeshire Place, although we are excited about our new adventures.
After emptying the apartment on the 31st, Beanie headed over to Grandma and Grandpa’s home, while Rob and I went to work on Breaking Tradition, which was still in a slip in someone’s yard. We worked relentlessly, with no showers and using Home Depot’s restrooms.
On Sunday, August 3, we finally deemed the boat worthy of making the journey to Legend Point marina. This is a very nice, privately owned marina, similar to our former home port in Bay City, only without the dry storage. Sunday night Beanie joined us and spent her first night in her new bedroom.
There is still a lot of work to do, but we are slowing the pace now that we are here. One task per day is enough. Eventually, we will have Velcro on the cushions, a new countertop in the bathroom, a working water system, and more than one working outlet.
Life here is slower. We’re getting to know the other live-aboards (we are definitely the youngest, and the only family!). We enjoy evening walks, and trips to the pool during the day.
It amazes me how quickly it all came back to me, everything I learned on Moonraker. I wake up just before sunrise, so that I can take my walk to the end of our pier. Sometimes I take pictures, other times I just sit and watch the new day begin around me.
I’ll never lose those mornings. There will be no “back to reality” this time.
This is reality.
I’ve reorganized my kitchen, and meals have become incredibly simple. Just like on Moonraker—bagels for breakfast, sandwiches for lunch, and sandwiches or whatever will fit on the grill for dinner. We begin the day with coffee and always have a pitcher of sun tea.
Housework takes place during the first 5 minutes of our morning, and the rest of the day is ours to enjoy. The cat and fish have joined us, and they are settling in nicely.
In the evenings, I take Beanie swimming before her shower. Then, she puts herself to bed like a “big girl,” while Rob and I head out to the cockpit to take in the sunset.
Almost exactly two years ago we left Moonraker in Grand Haven and returned to reality. “But the thing we’ve noticed is that we’ve changed,” I wrote, “And we have yet to discover exactly how profound that change is.”