It's funny; I spoke with a few folks this weekend and we got on the topic of boat-living.
Many said they wouldn't be able to do it; space constraints and sizing down to a more practical number of "stuff" being the major sacrifices for most.
It's nearly impossible to consider it a sacrifice when the world suddenly and truly becomes one's oyster.
I could tell you how I feel, locked in a 9-to-5 office job 5 days a week and just "making it" to be able to pay my bills and rent. You probably already know.
The worst kind of captivity is the self-induced kind. I know that if I continue this path, I will be that old lady, regretting the things I never ended up doing and will die in my recliner armed with only a dream to get me by.
I can't fool myself.
I've tried.
Somethin's gotta give? No.
I gotta start takin'.
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