|Our most recent move came about because of an eviction notice.|
Photo by Maria Freyenbacher on Unsplash
How we got where we are now started with an eviction notice. More on that in Part 2. Let's start at the beginning, where Wayne and I started, with a pictorial "Cliff Notes" catch-up.
|My former home in SW Washington. Sold, Feb 18, 2022 for $480K. I owned it 14 years prior.|
In 2005 I got to know Wayne when I hired him to be my remodel handyman. He cleaned up after himself, so I married him.
In 2008, in the midst of the housing crises, I reluctantly agreed the mediation business I'd tried to keep afloat for three years was making it too hard to pay the mortgage. The job market wasn't much better.
We sold our house in Vancouver Washington for what I owed the bank, about $145K, walking away with virtually nothing despite remodeling it. Recently, that same home sold, albeit with a remodel far fancier than the neighborhood merited IMHO, for $480K.
Shortly before we put our house on the market. we agreed to house-sit for friends in Vancouver, WA. Sometime after our house sold, we ended our house-sit and moved to Everett, Washington. I hated Everett. Wayne hated his job there.
"Let's buy a sailboat and leave the country," Wayne suggested. I didn't know how to sail.
|Our 26' O'Day sailboat in British Columbia's Copeland Islands.|
|S/V Journey, our 36 1/2 foot Pearson 365 sailboat, viewed from the mast in Fakarava, French Polynesia.|
|This Landcruiser was "home" for about four months while we finished|
our Australian circumnavigation we'd started by sea, over land.
Wayne likes to say "We went from world travelers who sailed halfway around the world, to homeless, unemployed bums living in my parent's spare bedroom." We felt lost. It was a dark point in our lives.
|Home from summer 2017 to fall 2020 in the Pacific Northwest, parked off Collins Beach, Sauvie Island.|
Close friends unexpectedly set us up with their former boat, a trawler, which practically doubled our living space; we dubbed her m/v Serendipity. She enabled us live in an area we otherwise could no longer afford.
|Princess Louisa Inlet, British Columbia.|
We still hadn't found our groove since we stopped cruising. The tropics spoiled us; we'd always suffered a state of gloom that matched Portland's gray winters. We returned to some of our favorite places in the area and to some new ones in Washington State's San Juan Islands and through British Columbia. We house-sat, to get us off the boat and out from under covered moorage in the winter. Then Covid hit, and that option dried up, along ability to go to New Zealand to escape our winter.
We wanted out—again—before winter arrived. We considered shipping our trawler cross-country, but decided we were better off buying there than shipping.
We sold Serendipity and headed to Florida in a new-to-us RV, which also provided a base for us while we shopped for another sailboat. Once we found our boat, we figured we'd sail to the Bahamas for the winter, return to the US, head up the Atlantic coast from spring until fall, then return to the balmy Caribbean before the next winter set in.
While we looked, we stayed in an RV co-op community in Florida.
|The RV we crossed country in, before someone sideswiped it into a guard rail.|
It still provided a temporary home base while we sailboat shopped in Florida.
Just before we took off for the Bahamas, I sold my beloved Prius and we turned our RV over to the insurance company of the woman who slammed it into the guard rail in Oklahoma, on the way to Florida. The RV was still drivable and livable, but the insurance company determined it was cheaper to sell than fix it.
|Our large and luxurious Hirsch Gulfstar 45' sailboat with a guest room but no guests.|
|A mellow sailing moment in the Bahamas aboard s/v Gallivant.|
|Smitten by this kitten, Shiva. Her owner was less smitten and as if we'd adopt Shiva.|
"We're homeless. We can't take in a cat," Wayne said. "And what about when we go to New Zealand?" (We were still itching to return to New Zealand, and with the boat sold, once Covid restrictions lifted, there was nothing stopping us. However, the island-nation of New Zealand quarantines pets for six weeks).
|Our Florida hangout, a co-op park where we boat-shopped and stayed for the boat sale process and after.|
This post was getting too long; the rest of our "migration" story will be continued in Part 2.