I’ve been bothered all day by a comment a friend made while we were golfing yesterday. I’d rate him as one of my top two or three friends. He mentioned another couple he and his wife had been hanging out with, and described the guy as his “new best friend.” An innocent comment, and not even remotely the kind of comment I would ordinarily care about, or even think about.
It started me thinking about how often we had seen him and his wife recently. My guess is twice in the last year. Roberta and I spend most of our life either living on the boat, or traveling. We’ve become somewhat boating-centric, and people who aren’t into boating don’t have much in common with us anymore. We seem to talk about different kinds of things. They’re talking about local Seattle politics, while we’re focused on how to clear customs in Guatemala, or get a Visa for Siberia.
And, unfortunately, boaters tend to have kind of a funny relationship even with each other. You meet people, anchor together for a few days, become friends, but then don’t see them again until two years later when you happen to run into them again, somewhere, in some remote bay. It’s a different lifestyle than what my parents knew. We lived on a street, and had the same neighbors for several years, and everyone knew each other, and we had most everything in common.
Retiring, and moving aboard a boat, for six or more months a year, has more of an impact on your life than I think most people understand….
PS I’m not complaining. We cruise because it’s what we do, and what we love.. but, there’s no denying it: spending half your life on a boat, as we do, does impact your “normal” life.