Four days after we moved aboard I experienced my first storm. Of course, My Better Half was on a trip so I got to experience the fun all by myself.
I thought I was going to die and the boat was going to sink and the mast was going to fall down.
It wasn’t my finest hour.
I want to skip over a few things and just move on to the good parts. I am not going to write in-depth about the delivery captain because he turned out to be a colossal jerk. If you would like to see a list of my complaints just go to the bottom of this post where I make an attempt, fairly unsuccessfully, to be humorously vitriolic.
If, however, you would like to read about the good and positive bits, just keep reading…
All this time our Delivery Captain and his girlfriend of 5 months were bringing our boat from North Carolina to our slip in New Jersey.
I was antsy but we kept getting beautiful photographs every few days. He fixed our engine so that it could be run and was traveling up the ICW by sail and by motor.
Traveling slowly.
Well, it’s a sailboat.
Ok.
We have been in Commune 2.0 for a week. We installed under-counter lights as a thank-you.
I had once complained about commuting by train into Penn station. Boy, was I ever mistaken. If you want to be really miserable just commute by bus!
Over half a million people ride the bus into Manhattan. Every. Single. Day. No, seriously, I looked it up.
In commune 2.0 I really had the best possible bus scenario. There was an Express bus stop across the street from the apartment that made 5 or so stops before bee-lining it into Manhattan. This bus ran every 10 minutes so it was pretty fool-proof.
My mornings looked like this:
Continue reading “commuting from commune 2.0”
To recap where we are so far:
It’s a little kooky…
It is amazing how many things there are to do before one moves out. Three days before the Great Disbanding my Better Half and I ran errands, picked up needed items, and helped pack things for storage while AllesGirl crammed items into the 5 suitcases they were taking with them to Berlin. (HerSpouse was on a trip in Cancun Mexico – he is an airline pilot too – and the photos he sent while he was relaxing on the beach were NOT HELPING ANYTHING.) We had many discussions about what was needed to bring versus what was wanted to bring. I’ll say that it’s much easier to make decisions when it’s not your stuff.
Two days before The Great Disbanding we packed up our meager (not meager; how are we going to fit all this crap on our boat?) possessions + Kommune Kittehs and moved into Commune 2.0. The following day we stopped by Commune 1.0 after work and helped pack up AllesGirl and HerSpouse with last minute stuff. The idea was to load the neatly packed suitcases into the truck, the 4 of us would drive to one final Commune dinner where we would toast our brilliance with witty remarks, and then we would drop them off at their hotel where they would stay one final night before departing the following day, refreshed, relaxed and jubilant in their adventure. The reality was more like this:
Things start to turn around.
I was complaining to a friend who I work with that we were soon to be homeless. We have options but some of them are very far away and some of them cost too much money, blah, blah, blah… I must have sounded pretty pathetic because she hopped on her phone and sent a text to one of her friends asking if we could use her apartment. I was immediately chagrined. I shouldn’t ask people for help; it is a bother and a nuisance.
Lesson #1: ask for help when needed.
That was us. We were taken advantage of and there was nothing we could do about it.
When our Boat Captain/Mechanic/Savior went to the boatyard to coordinate getting our boat into the water we received the following e-mail:
Hello, I’ve attached the invoice for your review, please let me
know if you would like for me to apply charges on the card and/or if you
have any questions….thank you.
Considering that we are homeless in under a month we need to make something happen quick. Two Kommune Kittehs are fun but they are a big liability when trying to find temporary housing. I can’t (can) understand why. Let’s try to bring our bought and paid for home here so we can just live on it and not have to worry about it any more…ok?
Around this time, my parents show up, we empty The Commune of furniture, and shit gets real.
Ok, here’s our status:
What are our options?
Sailing Devilfish 