How do two young(ish) professionals from Manhattan end up unemployed, homeless, living aboard a sailboat that is cruising the Caribbean for a couple of years? 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.
Jason grew up on the Jersey Shore; Brita grew up on the Great Lakes. We both loved the water, were out on it everyday, all day during the summer and every chance we got on vacation. Neither of us was much for sailing growing up, preferring powerboats: (Jason) jet skis and (Brita) water ski boats.
We both moved to the big bad city, where we pursued our graduate degrees, careers and other hobbies. And then we stumbled upon the Manhattan Sailing Club in 2008/09, and were quickly quite hooked on sailing. Jason bought s/v Blue Moon in June 2012. We met on a very cold, very wet, very windy evaluation sail in May 2013.
We were both ready to leave our jobs and the city, so we started to plan our getaway. I scoured maps for livable places on the water and job listings for jobs near livable places. Finally, Jason said, “You know, we could just go sail around for a while.” Brilliant. Why hadn’t I thought of that?!
We spent much of fall 2014 getting Blue Moon ready and moving all of our stuff to our respective parents’ homes. Jason brought the boat down to the Bahamas in November 2014. We resigned in January 2015, caught the first plane to reunite with Blue Moon, and have been sailing ever since. Sail ho!
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