How did a young(ish) professional from Manhattan accidentally end up unemployed, homeless, living aboard a sailboat cruising the Caribbean? When I gave notice at work, one of the partners said, “This sounds like a rash decision. Have you thought it through?” Yes. It’s been in the works for decades.
After my father introduces me as his “homeless daughter,” he loves to tell people that I *hated* sailing as a kid. I grew up on the Great Lakes. I loved the water, was out on it every day, all day during the summer and every chance I got on vacation. But sailing was the last thing I wanted to do… Until I stumbled upon the Manhattan Sailing Club in 2009, and was quickly hooked on sailing as an escape from the city. I met a boy with a boat, fell in love with the boat, moved in with the boy on the boat, resigned from my law firm and sailed away with the boy on the boat.
I sailed the Caribbean for nearly three years with the boy on the boat. I loved living on the boat, loved traveling the Caribbean, loved passage making, loved becoming a member of the tribe of cruisers.
I moved off the boat in September 2017, she was hauled shortly after (how could he leave her alone like that?! and now he’s shrinkwrapped her?!), and I moved to Bonaire to pursue a scuba diving career.
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