I still can't wrap my head around it, and I think until we cross into Mexican waters I really won't believe it. Weirder still is that I don't think we'll actually be able to stay, or something will go wrong between now and then.
I've been to Mexico dozens of times, and taken sport fishing boats and sailboats in and out a bunch of times. Distance wise, we're just going to Ensenada which should be about as boring of a short transit as there ever was.
But as Charlotte mentioned to me this evening, it's not so much about the sailing and the water as it is the life shift. If anyone out there thinks I'm adventurous, let me be clear: I'm a pussy. Ten times out of ten I would much rather sit in a nice warm environment, resting comfortably, reading a good book or watching an action movie. Someone else (with a stunt double) can do the exciting stuff and I'll just sit back and drink my glass of milk, thank you very much.
But now that the paperwork we were waiting on is here, we're out of excuses. The boat is pretty damn close to ready (no boat is ever really ready), the weather is so benign it's frankly boring (knock on wood), and my wife isn't going to be getting any less pregnant.
I went for a walk today and tried to remember what it was that had me originally thinking of doing all of this sailing stuff. When I was a really little kid (maybe 8) I had a little globe and I dragged my finger around it, thinking it would be amazing to do that on a boat. Years later in my early 20's, it was an escape route. A way of bailing from a life (both the culture and my own doings) that I couldn't seem to extricate myself from.
As I got older I learned more about myself, I started a family with Charlotte, and here I am: a semi-grown up guy who actually has a really nice life. My existence isn't my tangled mess of garbage that defined most of my young adult life. It's nice now. I'm relatively fit. My wife is great. My kid is awesome. Lyra will probably be rad too. I have a great job and work with great people. I live in America's Finest City.
I think part of what motivates me still though is that all of those things I have: my family, my career, my friends, I have because I worked at them. I like creating things, I like making things, and I like learning.
I really don't have a cohesive point I'm trying to make other than to capture the thoughts that are rushing around in my head right now.
To my friends, thanks. I'd put down names but in doing so I'd alienate others and honestly the list of people who've either motivated me or put up with my bullshit would make this already rambling blog post even longer.
Here's hoping that after Saturday the next post comes from Mexico.