Sunday, September 7th
I bought a sailboat yesterday.
It doesn’t actually sail, I don’t actually know how to sail, but it definitely isn’t going to sink anytime soon, and it’s the most affordable place I’ve found to live in the East Bay.
Plus, though I haven’t yet decided if this is a good thing, people seem to automatically think I’m interesting because I live on a boat. In the last few days I have found myself in several conversations that seem to be going nowhere until I say where I live, at which point people seem to forget that I’ve been saying only very mundane things and decide I must not be as boring as I seem.
It’s convenient, not having to actually work to demonstrate that I’m a person worth knowing (that does raise questions about why I feel I have to prove my worth to others, doesn’t it? Why isn’t it enough for me to know I’m a badass?) But maybe it’s too convenient. The double whammy of “I live on a boat” and “I spent the last six months hitchhiking around the US” basically takes all the pressure off me to actually be an interesting person.
So, if I start getting boring, it’s probably a combination of no longer being on the road and having instant cool points. But, I’m going to keep updating this blog until I get so boring that even I’m bored of me.
And, guess what!? I have a boat! I’m so insanely excited about it, because I have never ever owned anything that is at all like a boat, and also because I think I might be able to make it sea-worthy again. Plus, Sweetheart and I are giving it a shot living together out here at the marina, and all of our neighbors are incredibly welcoming. This is definitely the most friendly and social neighborhood I’ve ever lived in.