It's time...

Hubs spent a lot of time window shopping.  He knew it wasn't time.  He looked anyway.  He knew we couldn't afford it yet.  He looked anyway.  He knew I wasn't ready.  He looked anyway.

When we had some free time we would go look at boats.  Living in a beautiful coastal local, we had lots of marinas to choose from.  So, we would walk the docks and daydream.

We did so much daydreaming back then.  We honed in on what we really wanted.  We were still plotting the 'how' part of getting it, but the daydreaming... that's what was fun.

He had narrowed it down to an affordable catamaran option.  Affordable meaning if we could find an older model of it we might be able to swing it.  I still hadn't comprimised on my one condition... and I wasn't going to.


Long story short~ years and months went by, and then one December night the Hubs said we had to go tomorrow.  He found her.  But... we had to cross the state... THE NEXT DAY. Work~shmurk.  Figure it out. 

So, we went.  I called out of work.  Someone stepped up and took Coco for the day, and we went. 


We put an offer down that day.  She was old.  Well, old is relative.  But, techinically speaking, for a boat, yes, she was old.  Not for a human, as we share the same year of birth.... but still.  A fixer-upper.

And, oh dear lord, did she need work.  And a new name.  Sundsvalla....really?!