One of my dreams, besides living on the beach in sunny Italy, was to own this lovely sailboat, for weekends getaways, for simple outings followiing warm ocean breezes. This one would do well. I'd sail for a couple of days at a time, packing food and clothing and gear, but this eighteen footer would not be big enough for all my needs.
I'd want to take some working clothes and lounging clothes. I'd pack shawls and windbreakers, and then catch myself in Catalina, at a fancy place, needing heels and a ball gown.
Oh my, never prepared for everything.
But what if this is all the space one gets for the rest of his/her days?
I bet I'd worry about other things after a while.
I would not think about my clothing. (Yes, I could definitely become a clothes horse again, as vain as anybody, drooling over those shoes, handbags. You only live once still could be my favorite tune!)
I'd worry about fuel.
And storms.
And provisions.
And warmth.
And loneliness.
Oh yes! I'd miss everybody I left behind. Even those I didn't like. I'd miss all my electrical appliances too! And all my books!
Most of all, I'd worry about getting hurt, sick.
Getting away from it all, including our present lifestyle, is possible and tangible.
How many people actually do it?
