|A moment, long ago, in the Bahamas...|
We have successfully navigated the selling process, and Dos Libras belongs to someone else.
Suddenly finding myself without a sailboat... for the first time in decades... , I'm sort of floundering. Since that day way back in the 80's when I randomly picked a hobby ~ any hobby ~ and sailing was it... Sailing has been my purpose in life.
And that purpose is now gone...
|Seriously... THIS is who I really am!|
So now what???
This is a very strange time for us. Both of us are struggling with disassociating ourselves from the boat.
We picked up the new owner, Rainbow... last week, and brought him to his new home. The home that used to be ours, but is now his. (Say it enough times, I'll eventually believe it, right?)
|THAT is who we are! Aaahhh we miss those days already...|
|Meet Rainbow on his first day living on the boat, now called Vahevala|
But that peace eludes us at the moment. Our heads are full of lists! Things that WE think he needs to be doing first... We seem to STILL be planning our days based upon helping Rainbow get to the auto parts store for oil, maybe a trip to the West Marine for stuff. What stuff? I don't know...but he MUST need something!
|Our former world ~ lying peacefully in Warderick Wells, Bahamas|
Will he take good care of her? Will he... Nope, not going down that rabbit hole. I'M NOT! It's none of our business what he does, or does not do! You can not imagine how difficult this is.
I worry that he's going to... see! There I go again! I just can not help but feel the strong pull of responsibility toward
|I remember this day. We were wondering what our future holds...|
|This photo was on our Boat Cards|
On the other side of that coin, is the fact that we are no longer free to roam the seas at will. We may never again experience the joy of arriving to a deserted anchorage on some tiny islet or cay, and discovering the untold beauty that so very few will ever see.
So this is it. Later this week, Bruce and some friends will help Rainbow get Vahevala from Patillas to Salinas, where he will spend some time getting acquainted with his new home. I am not going with them.
I have been the master of that boat since the day I first stepped aboard. I don't feel that I can separate myself from the boat so that someone else can be free to make the decisions and call the shots. I just can't do it, and I'm not willing to try. For me, it's best if I just rip the bandaid off! Just walk away and not look back.
But you know what? Once I turn my head... I can fully embrace the here and now. And while our days are filled with sitting by the pool, and walking the beach... and exploring our new island home, our hearts will always be full from the 1,940 days we spent as Cruisers, and Dos Libras, we shall remain. It is no longer the name of our boat... it is who we are. Only now, we're Dos Libras in Puerto Rico!
|I think Island Girl has always been my true identity!|