Growing up my life was pretty stable until I left home at the age of 17 and moved to Brisbane (Australia) to look into my University options. I hung around there for just over a year before I decided to change things up a bit and work in Japan. I thought after Japan I would return with a clearer mind of which direction to take my future. Not so.
From Japan I jumped to Scotland, England, Vermont USA, Florida USA and this is where I met Carl and we worked together in the Bahamas, Caribbean, and Mediterranean. We thought we were ready to settle down and moved into his house in Florida. We only lasted a few months there before moving to Mississippi (slight hiccup in our relationship and I spent a few months back in Australia). We got married in Mississippi, started a business, formed some amazing friendships and started our family. We were both still very uneasy and found ourselves moving from a travel trailer ((caravan) it was 2 weeks after Katrina hit)) to a house, to another house, back to the former house and then building a house. Oh dear, we had a bad case of itchy feet and it wasn’t tinea.
We both love the ocean and travelling so we sold everything and bought a sailboat, then another one because we had a surprise addition coming. Anyways… Bahamas, New England, Newfoundland, Caribbean, Dominican Republic, Bahamas, New England, Newfoundland, Labrador, Greenland, Arctic Canada and finally Alaska we thought we had got it all out of our system. I was dying for some stable land with a garden and maybe a tree swing for the kids. I needed friends, long hot showers and a mattress that didn’t kill my back.
We had no clue what we were looking for, just knew we needed a change. We left our boat in Alaska, bought a bus and travelled cross country from California to Massachusetts, down to Florida and over to Mississippi. We broke down (the bus, not our minds) and bought a house in Maine via a foreclosure auction website.
We have been living in Maine for a few months now in our little cabin in the woods. I have a small garden and the kids share a bedroom. I indulge in long hot showers, sleep on a solid mattress and even have a dishwasher. In order to pay some bills Carl accepted a job in the Bahamas for the summer and has been gone for almost 2 months. During this time both of us have been feeling a sense of unease again. We feel we just don’t belong. Where do we belong? Have we given Maine a proper go? Are we destined to wander?
We are shopping for another boat and want to get out there again. We know cruisers and get on well with them. Funny that you could know a fellow cruiser for only a couple of hours and feel an uncanny connection, it’s like you’ve known each other for years. Has travelling ruined us? Maybe, but whose to say that the big house in the burbs with a comfortable 9-5 job is for everyone. We’re still figuring things out.
Happy belated 4th of July from an Aussie that doesn’t truly know what it’s all about. But hey, if there are sparklers I’m in!