packing up the pirate booty.

So the day has come. The day we alight our humble floating home.

Life will become eassssy again.
We will have fresh running drinking water.
A washing machine.
Space to swing a cat (or 2 little dogs for that matter).

So why then do we both feel disappointed?

Awaitea is our space. It's our home. It's where we've had our ups & downs, tears & laughter. It's where we've carried the weight of two young children and the worries caused by being surrounded by water.

We've been living in a constant state of necessary hyper sensitivity. Sensitive to the sounds of the electrical buzzes, the water pumps turning on and off, the footsteps of the kids, the wind up above and the waves down below, to the smells of the sulphuric burning battery, the something caught in the toilet valve, the deisel from passing boats, to the flashing light of the carbon monoxide alarm, to the feel of the damp wood, and the exploration of it's source.

We. Are. Exhausted.

and yet, as we [temporarily] farewell this life for the time being, we are overwhelmed with the feeling of the boat rocking us gently to sleep, & of the kids leaping confidently off the side of the boat into the cool water.

It will be fine, I know it will. There are plenty of pros. No cons.

Do I sound convinced?