Sailing Baby Blue

They say the two happiest days of a sailor’s life are the day he buys his boat and the day he sells it. I find that I don’t relate, and not only because I’m not a “he”. We are selling Baby Blue today and it breaks my heart. I’ve had quite a lot of time to get used to the idea of letting go, but now that the day has finally arrived I feel a knot of regret in my stomach. Despite my gripes and pining for creature comforts while onboard, I miss living on Baby Blue. I don’t often get attached to objects and typically prefer to avoid referring to anything inanimate as “she”, but it’s never been so hard for me to move on. She was my first boat and I love her. We worked long and hard to fit our lives into the space of her tiny cabin. She taught us how to sail, kept us safe in the face of some extreme circumstances, and allowed us to experience so much beauty. Through my trials and triumphs living on that boat, I felt the constant clash between my faith that everything will be okay and my anxie

  While we would love to hold on to our trusty cruising vessel, we are ready to let her go on to her next caretakers and future adventures. Now that we have our own little boy blue, (tiny house) life on the hard is keeping us busy and too far away to give our beloved Baby Blue the attention she deserves. Our family of three will be on the water again someday, but we’re going to trust that there is another boat out there that will be just as good to us when we’re ready to set sail again.