Paying to prepare for our adventure rather than actually going on an adventure sucks
Today has been my first free day in over two weeks. My husband Simon and I enrolled on a 4-day Diesel engine course and a 4-day First Aid for Boaters program. In between the two courses, we flew up to Scotland with my father-in-law and daughter to enjoy a wonderful family wedding.
We’ve settled, as much as we can, in our temporary accommodation. Going from a 6-Bedroom massive house to a 2-Bedroom apartment hasn’t been easy. We’re still throwing stuff out, stuffing things under our bed, and shoving things into any crevice we can find. Thankfully, a shopping trip to IKEA helped us with various storage units. In the living room, we have a unit containing 16 (4 x 4) cloth storage boxes. It’s helping us to hide all our baking food (flour, spices, etc), Sienna’s toys, our Tupperware, the Forman Grill and some cookbooks.
For the most part, we don’t spend much time at the flat. (View from outside out flat above – it’s the Portsmouth harbour entrance) During our courses, we wake at 6 am, leave at 6:45 and spend anywhere from 1 – 2 hours driving 19 miles to the city next to us – Southampton. The traffic in this region is terrible. Thankfully, my father-in-law takes and picks up our daughter at pre-school.
It’s hard to describe how I feel with two months to go before we set sail for our world adventure
The courses are all going well, but the contents inevitably focus on negative stories. For example, the engine course covered all the things you can do to destroy an engine, blow yourself up, or cause massive damage. And the First Aid course was filled with stories of dramatic accidents, emergency responses, and even several deaths that have occurred on sailboats.
Sometimes it’s hard to even imagine clear blue water, a relaxed atmosphere, and sunshine
Talking about sunshine, this has been the wettest January in 100 years for England. Every day it’s dark, rainy, and miserable. I keep telling myself that we’re getting all this dreariness to ensure that when we embark on our trip we’ll be especially thankful.
But my feelings aren’t necessarily depressing. I suppose I feel like I’m in a holding pattern just waiting to land the plane and move on to the next part of my life. The courses, thus far, have been massive eye-openers. I’m 100% convinced that we’ll save the money we’ve spent by being able to fix things ourselves and/or know when a contractor is doing a proper job or not.
And as for First Aid, there’s no excuse for people that fail to take this seriously
In the past, I put my head in the sand and thought, ‘If I don’t know how to treat someone then I won’t have to take on the responsibility of doing it.’ But that all changes when you realize that your responsibility is your husband, daughter, friend, or family member. I couldn’t live with myself if I discovered CPR could have saved a loved one and I didn’t know how to do it.
Courses aside, I spend the later hours of the evening connecting with sailors on Twitter, populating this blog, updating FaceBook, and brainstorming new ideas. By the time it’s way past bedtime my mind is racing and I’m so excited that I simply can’t sleep.
I lay in bed wishing I could stay up all night!
In addition to working on the SailingBritican.com website, we’re remotely managing various repairs to the boat – we’re getting the toilets re-seated, our tender patched, an issue at the top of the mast repaired and two leaks fixed. We’re getting the old boat name removed and the new name put on, dealing with Ofcom regarding our radios and registering for regattas (Palma Regatta in October) and the ARC (crossing the Atlantic). Every night Simon and I are pushing things forward hoping that we’re remembering everything we need to do.
The money side of thing often rears it’s head
If we paid for everything we’re told that we need, we’d have no money left to sail. Every week I’m watching the bank account go down. Course aren’t cheap, repairs make me want to cry and the cost of a ‘world traveler’ first aid kit made me fall off my chair – £5,000 and that’s without a defibrillator!
The last thing I want to do is lose out on various ports or opportunities because we’re cutting costs. Part of me just wants to get going so that I can spend money on enjoying our adventure rather than paying to prepare for it. At least I know that this won’t last forever. In two months we’ll be on our way. Yikes.
The great news, however, is that I’m really starting to feel more excited than scared.
The unknown is becoming more known and that is definitely making me feel more secure.
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