The Start of Something New

As an avid traveler and one who opts to take the slow route whenever possible, I’ve always had a strong appreciation for simplicity.  Hence my deep love for bicycles – there’s nothing quite like the direct connection you get with a purely human-powered form of transportation.  Next on my list of simple favorites is the wind powered sailboat.  After spending many of the early years of my life sailing and developing deeps roots in the unpredictability of the ocean and wind, I’ve always admired and dreamed of this classic notion of “sailing around the world.”

Now, finding myself at age 26 and standing at a crossroad in my life I thought, maybe now.  When, recently, I first brought the idea up to my fiance at the time, she responded with vast negativity.  One of the issues she was struggling with was questioning whether or not I’d be able to live in such a confining space for weeks on end without land in sight.  The truth is, this IS against my nature.  Heck, maybe it’s against human nature in general, I don’t know.  What I do know is that it’s a challenge – and I LOVE a good challenge.  Nothing says challenge more to me than living aboard a sailboat at the whim of mother nature.

The real issue, though, is that at the same time I’m rehashing this age-old dream of sailing around the world, for the past 3 years or more I’ve been talking about moving – far away from where I grew up and potentially far from the coast.  I figure, while I’m still young, not married, don’t have kids, a mortgage to pay and I’m in debt to no one but myself, I might as well do something exciting.  The more I thought about the position I was in the more I realized that what was holding me back from moving was the fact that I didn’t know where I want to be yet.  And to pack everything I would need with me into a car and drive around aimlessly searching seemed like an enormous hassle and largely unproductive.  On the same token, if I were to pick a place, find a job and a place to live nearby and move, I’d be stuck in the same position I’m in now–feeling inconvenienced and trapped by the confining nature of these adult conventions.  As these realizations began to set in, it finally hit me: I needed an RV.

I never would have thought of myself as the RV type, but what the heck, what is the RV type anyway?  A week later, I bought my first RV and here it is.  I’ll be spending the next 2 and a half months cleaning it up and taking care of differed maintenance before I leave my job and head out on the open road at the start of June.  I figure it’s perfect, for what I paid for the RV I could have paid for a very cheep apartment for 1 year not including utilities and other expenses.  So, it seemed like a no-brainer to me.  In the end when you rent you don’t ever get any of that money back.  With and RV you have an asset to sell when you’re done.

My new 24′ 1988 Chevy G30 Minnie Winnie.  350 CID with 92,000 miles