This is an appropriate moment to revisit this long-neglected blog. We have a major anniversary to celebrate! Yes, Joe and I celebrated 20 years of marriage about three weeks ago and that was huge, but here’s another biggie. January 20, 2021, marked five years that the Grieser family has lived aboard Kyrie. Five years! We’re also getting close to the longest time we’ve lived in one particular residence. Before this, the longest time we had lived somewhere was Anchorage—June 2006 to July 2011. By next month, Kyrie as a home will surpass that.
Memories
flood back as I think about the last five years. The frenzy of packing up the
house to leave Juneau. Seeing Kyrie for the first time in person and hauling
everything from the overloaded van down to her, and somehow finding a place for
everything. Adjusting to boat life, instead of house life—figuring out the
stove and oven, having to move every time someone wanted something from a
pantry, having to pack up and walk up the dock every time you wanted a shower, and
getting in tune with the weather and realizing how much it affects our
everyday life. Our trip back to Juneau from Washington—long days and so much to
see, but not enough time to stop and explore. Weekends and two-week vacations
in our floating home—is it really a vacation if you take your home with you?
But at least I got to sleep in my own bed every night! Dealing with winters
while living aboard—emptying the dehumidifier twice a day, pulling the girls’
frozen sheets off the wall, brushing snow off the plastic covering. Counting
down the months and days until we could leave Juneau at last to officially
start our adventure, and at the same time, wondering if we really will be able
to leave.
More
memories: leaving Alaska with the realization that it would be a long time
before we saw our home state again. Bouncing through heavy seas on the outside
of Vancouver Island, gritting our teeth and knowing there was a hot springs at
the end of it. Gritting our teeth again in Port Townsend at the price tag for
the work that needed to be done, but knowing it all needed to be done
to make our floating home ready for further adventures. Spending time with
family and friends in Oregon, Monterrey, and San Diego. Weather keeping us in
places longer than expected and having to rush through or skip other places to
make up the time. The craziness of the Baja Ha-ha and meeting friends that we
are still traveling with today. Swimming in the ocean, seeing fish we’ve only
seen on TV, listening to the sound of the kids shrieking through their snorkels
when they saw something exciting. Engrossing ourselves
in a new culture with a language we could barely squeak by in, and enjoying
meeting locals and seeing their amusement as we tried to communicate in
Spanish. Learning how resilient we could all be as a global pandemic shut us
down and how flexible the kids have proved to be as we bounced from place to
place, trying to isolate, but still be with people (namely kids) as we could.
Today, we are in
Bahia Manzanillo. Where do we go from here? At the moment, I have no idea, and
I’m honestly okay with that. These five years of boat life have given me and my
family a much greater appreciation for living in the moment, while still
looking ahead at future possibilities. We’re no hurry to go anywhere and simply
want to enjoy wherever we are, with whoever we can share that time.
