So yesterday was my birthday. I turned 39. I didn’t spend it doing anything too exciting. For the first time in a couple of weeks I spent less than 12 hours in the office. It’s sad when leaving before 6PM seems like a reward. I didn’t want to do anything too exciting. The weather was off and I just wanted to spend some time with my Bride and pup. I splurged on myself for two things yesterday. First I started the day with an Iced Redeye from Redeye Roasters; it’s an ice coffee with a shot of their in-house roasted espresso. Then on the way home I stopped and bought a decent brand cigar (I normally smoke factory seconds that cost less than $1 each, this was a $10 cigar). It’s funny, before the cruising thing caught hold I wouldn’t think twice about spending $15 on an iced coffee and cigar. Now they seem like splurges. I guess my Bride’s influence regarding money is taking hold. I also will throw a little blame to Stormy, who’s great writing makes the minimalist approach appealing.
When I got back to the boat, I jumped into the dinghy with my pup and cigar. We had some time to kill before my Bride’s commuter boat got in and I just wanted to relax. I motored out to Grape Island and then just let the tide carry me back in towards the commuter boat dock.
As I enjoyed my cigar while bobbing with the wake from passing boats I thought about our plan: 15 months. I have 15 months, give or take a couple of weeks depending on when we actually give notice, more of this. It doesn’t seem long when you consider we have been dreaming of going cruising for over 12 years every since we first sailed on the Heavenly Days in St. Thomas. It also doesn’t seem that long when you consider if we wait for retirement, like many do, that would be another 23 and a half years or so. But as I floated on the current past Webb Park, 15 months seemed like an unimaginable amount of time. It’s 15 more months of getting up earlier than I want, to go sit in traffic, to sit in a box for 50 to 70 hours per week and deal with contractors, regulators and clients I don’t like. 15 more months of trying to fit my real life into the two days off I hopefully get each week with the occasional vacation time mixed in. I wished we could go now and can’t imagine how I will get through the next 15 months.
Rereading this post it seems like I am bitching. I guess I am and I should be more grateful that it’s only 15 months away. I have plenty to do: a nice vacation cruise coming up next week, upgrades to the boat to plan and execute, plenty of things to do with my Bride and Summer, prepare for living aboard during the winter in Boston, etc. I’ve read that the last 10% of leaving to go cruising is the hardest part. I guess I am feeling that now.
Oh well. It’s Friday morning. The weather looks good this weekend and we should be able to get out sailing and spend the night away from the dock. The U.S. team has made it to the next round in the World Cup (thanks Tom and Nancy for making me care about this) and that should be a welcome distraction for a little while.