Samsara

This past weekend was beautiful weather for the first time this year, so I spent it fixing and scrubbing my boat to get her ready for sale next week in Annapolis. It may have been my last weekend aboard, and it's harder to part with her than I thought. I lived aboard for three of the five years I've owned her, I have so many memories from that time.

Though it's sad, I tell myself there's a beauty to letting go. However, that little space below decks is the only place in the world that's ever been my own. The smell of the cabin and the sound of the water against the hull and the dock lines creaking against the cleats told me not to leave. Compared to it, every other spot in the world seems foreign.


"Samsara"