Ah Michael, so this is our task this week.
This week see what tale you can weave in which a Voyage of Discovery occurs.
I’m playing catchup now and wondering where I can go with the prompt this week.
Voyages of discovery can cover a multitude of things, but I guess the most logical is something to do with our days on the boat.
We were liveaboards for three years, and it was a good life.
We discovered, or should I say, re-discovered, what was actually important to us, and how we didn’t need as much as we thought we did compared to living in a house.
The transition to more frugal living wasn’t exactly difficult for us as we were already living to a budget. If anything, because we didn’t have some of the luxuries of the cottage such as a freezer or washing machine, we adjusted quickly and learned to be more conservative with the way we lived. We didn’t go without, ate well and kept warm and dry, once we’d sorted out how to deal with the condensation problems!
I wouldn’t trade those three years for anything.
Sure I had major reservations (read as what the hell have we done!!!!!) on day one, but it’s amazing how things look better over that first cup of tea in your new home.
Every day was a learning curve, it was fun, frustrating, annoying, hysterically funny, but at the end of the day, we had a home.
Home is not a house. Home is where the Love is.
Photos: Moored at Stratford Upon Avon: Top July 2016, Bottom Aug 2015.