1. the state of being obsessed with someone or something.
So with this one word, our story begins… I was jonesing to go sailing! What with our relocation landing us right next to the ocean, I was really hoping to get out there and see what “it” was all about! “It” being sailing. Boats of all different sizes, shapes and colors venturing in and out of the harbor; day in and day out! I would watch as they rolled in and out of the harbor mouth floating into the big blue marble. I would make up stories of where each boat was going and why. That NEEDED to be me. Oh! The places I could go. So, I looked online and found the first sailboat heading out. I thought I would schedule a day trip for a week or two away; but no! As it would fall, the captain had a trip planned with a family of 4, in 30 minutes from our phone call. I found myself stuttering the words, “Um, okay, yeah, I’ll be there!” So, I had 30 minutes to get from my house to the harbor. Logically, that seemed doable since I only live 7 miles from where his boat was docked in the Oceanside Harbor. However, I have 4 little kids under 8 that needed a place to go. I called my on-call babysitter, asked if I could drop my kids off in 20 minutes. She miraculously said “yes”! So, as I was changing out of my pajamas, brushing my teeth and pulling on my hat (certainly no time to do my hair) I was yelling to the kids to get dressed in anything that was not pajamas. Brushing their teeth and hair was not going to be an option this morning. So, some how, on this particular morning, I made my way out of the house in 10 minutes flat. This is quite a feat. With everyone in pajamas, to everyone seat belted in their respective car seats in 10 minutes might just be a Guinness book of world record record. I mean on a normal day, it usually takes 10 minutes alone to go back into the house to get the diaper bag, shoes and keys I left behind. Everything was going the only way it could with a 30 minute window of opportunity. I had to get to the sitters and unload all the kids and say my goodbyes all in a short 10 minute window. Done! Now, if I can get to the harbor from the sitters (who thankfully lived midway from the house to the harbor) in 10 minutes I would make the boat! I had to make it, I had gotten this far. As I was pulling into the parking lot, my phone rang to tell me they were getting ready to push-off, was I coming or not?!? Yes! I am rounding the corner to the dock in 3…2…1…
I made it. I actually made it to the harbor in 32 minutes. A record. I have never come close to beating that record and I doubt I ever will.
We were off! My first sailing experience was underway. And with every waking second in the water my love for this lifestyle grew exponentially. I never even had time to look at this 39′ boat’s exterior as we left port. Much less ponder the boat’s name. However, when we returned to the dock some 2 hours later, I already knew this was a life changing experience for me. As I snapped pictures of this boat’s interior and exterior, to document this memorable day, the final photo said it all! This was my new obsession! Enjoy some pictures from my first experience: