For those of you that know me and my family, we never seem to have down time. Constantly moving from one place to the next, seeking more adventure and new opportunities. Although some of us may enjoy more down time then others (*cough* Mom), we always find a way to cherish the time we spend together.
August was when it all started to get real. So many people were moving out of the city, looking for homes in the suburbs, and our house was just the right fit. I like to say that I had a say in all of this, but I’m not sure I did. When my dad puts his mind to something he wants, it normally happens, and it ends up being all for the best. 4 months later and the house is about to close, the boat is about to close, and we are officially homeless.
Never in my long life of 18 years have I been so excited and scared at the same time. At first I thought my dad was crazy. Selling our house and traveling on a boat to another country in the middle of a pandemic? Most days I still think it’s a bad idea. But the few minutes that I start to dream of living on a boat for 2 months is a dream come true and what makes everything worth it. Every time I pack a box or clean for a showing, I always put some reggae music on and imagined myself sitting on the beach in the Bahamas. Only three more weeks of remote college for this semester, only three more weeks.
I could not imagine any other people I would wish to go on this adventure with. If I’ve learned anything from this pandemic, life is way too short. Live EVERY single day like its your last and reach outside your comfort zone. I cannot wait to see where this journey takes us.