Saturday, 2 November 2013

Motion Sickness

We’ve been home for three weeks and I’m suffering from motion sickness.  No, not land sickness, the evil twin of sea sickness, which makes things spin for several days after getting back to land.  I’m suffering from a lack of motion, from static living.  I’ve become so accustomed to having new scenery and new experiences that staying at home feels like being buried alive.

We’ve planned a lot of non-boat travel for this winter, but we’ve got 2 months ahead with nothing more exciting than sneaking in a few long bike rides in between rain showers.  This inactivity has so poisoned my mind that I’ve even started to doubt that we’ll ever get back on the boat again, like a primitive savage incapable of understanding that a present condition can be temporary. 

Perhaps this fallow state is where seeds of other dreams are planted.  I hear voices whispering in my ear that sailing shouldn’t be a 6 month pastime but a fulltime lifestyle.  But it’s too soon, too fast, and the barriers too steep to entertain such wild ideas.  Isn’t it?  We’re at the edge of the map gazing over the horizon where “Here be Dragons” is marked on the chart in bold red letters.  No, no…have a glass of wine, curl up with a good book, use the downtime to plan future travels and ignore those meddlesome voices.  That’s the smart thing to do.  It's the only thing to do.  Isn’t it?