Anchored Between Two Worlds

Home is where the heart is.

And the truth is, my heart has always been with my kids, my family, and the people we love.

That never changes whether we’re tied to a dock in Grenada or sitting around a table back in Canada. The people we love are home. Always.

But somewhere along this journey, I discovered something unexpected.

For the first time in my life, I fell in love with a home itself.

Not because of square footage or possessions or stability. Honestly, I never really cared much about houses. I never enjoyed lawn work, decorating, maintaining property, or filling rooms with more things. None of that ever felt fulfilling to me.

But this boat?

I love this boat.

Which is ironic, because living aboard is probably a hundred times more work than living in a house. Something is always breaking. There’s always maintenance, cleaning, fixing, checking weather, managing water, managing power, hauling groceries, and adapting to small spaces.

And somehow… none of it feels heavy (at least to me).

Maybe because every task supports a life that feels intentional. Maybe because the simplicity stripped away so much unnecessary noise. Or maybe because, at this stage of my life, this is simply what my soul needed.

Not to leave my old life behind.

Not to replace home.

But to find a piece of myself that I didn’t realize had been missing.

That’s the strange realization I’m sitting with as we prepare to leave Good Soul for six months.

Because the truth is, I am so incredibly happy to be going home. To see our family and friends. To reconnect with the people we love most. To work hard, reset, and build toward another season on the boat.

And maybe that’s the real gift this life has given me.

I no longer feel like I have to choose between worlds.

I can love being home in Canada with the people who matter most to us… and still deeply love this life waiting for us on the water too.

For the first time, I think maybe it’s possible to have both.