Most days out here are really, really good. There are sunsets that stop us mid-sentence. Salt in our hair. Kids laughing off the bow. Laughter and friends at sundown. That deep, quiet gratitude that settles in when you realize that you chose this life and it chose you back. But this week? This week has been a low. We are stuck. Engines waiting on parts. Waiting on people. Waiting, waiting and more waiting. Friends we care about are one by one lifting anchor and sailing on, and we still sit...

One of my main concerns about leaving life on land (besides, of course, leaving some of my family behind) was not having a sense of community and friendship. I place a really high value on my friendships, and I am incredibly lucky to call some of the most amazing people my besties. I’m the type of person who needs friendships the way most people need water. I worried that it would be hard to make friends, like real friends. The kind that fuel your soul and give you energy. I had this idea...

My view this morning, Dec 31, 2025. It’s the very last day of 2025… and what a year it has been for our family. It feels like just yesterday we were ringing in the first day of 2025 thinking, “We better get our butts in gear,  we have five months to sell our house and buy a boat.” There were days I truly didn’t believe it would all come together. But somehow, along the way, everything did. We survived a last-minute basement flood just to get our house listed on time, and then the right  buyer...