I have left twice, and there was no questioning myself, or putting it off. I was like a kid anticipating Christmas, and eager for it. It couldn't come quick enough, and it seemed every day an eternity!
The first time I left S.F. alone, and as I was going under the Golden Gate I asked myself if I was sure. It was the only moment that I had doubt. I had only been sailing for 18 months. As I looked over my shoulder at the bay, and S.F. I answered myself YES!
The second time was also leaving S.F., but it was via jet airline to St. Maarten where Imagine had sat alone for 9 months while I was waiting for the sale of my business to go through. This time there was never a moment of doubt, and for 9 months I was stir crazy to get going.
Possibly this winter will be the third time? Unfortunately, because of the economy there are numerous loose ends I am trying to get in order. I have the experience of leaving twice, and I look forward to slipping the lines once again. I know my vessel, I know my skills, and I know the world is out there waiting for me to explore it once again.
As the saying goes. There is nothing to fear, but fear itself. Cruising is not a slick magazine cover, but that cover are the rewards. Along with being self suffecient, resourceful, and being your own person. With that comes a lot of responsibility.
A friend once asked if I was ever scared. I told them there have been some scary times. I was once thrown from the boat while single-handing, and drug back onto the boat by my harness. I was thrown across the salon with my head split open as the mast hit the water. What scares me most is not leaving, and missing everything that is offered in the cruising life. Including the hardships!...