OK, OK, let's go easy on him.
KGS. No, it makes no sense at all if the question is "Can I jump in a sailboat, head to England and learn 'the ropes' on the way?". However, if the sailing affliction has set in, there is no cure shy of succumbing the sirens' song and buying a boat. A 30 footer might be a stretch at first. Boats are not cheap to own or maintain and the cost is not directly proportional the the length. You can pick up a 22 footer that you can be pleased with for $2000. A 25 footer more like $5000. A 27 footer, closer to 10K. A 30 footer upwards of $20,000. Now, these are good ol' girls from the late 70's to mid 80's that need a little make-up. But if you're handy and have some common sense, they'll serve you well.
If I could be so bold as to offer my opinion/recommendation. Pick up the 23-25 foot trailer sailer. Again, split the diff, $4000. You can learn plenty, sail lots, bring that special someone and a bottle of Merlot, spoil your mom with a day on the water, all for pretty short money. Best of all, the plethora of stupid mistakes that we all make (but only some actually admit to) will be made on a less expensive boat that you can repair in your drive way. Once you know what you're doing, sell the boat to the next newbie an invest in the 30+ footer. There's a book out there called "The Complete Trailer Sailer" by Brian Gilbert. Lots of great info but most helpful for you would be the section in the back that contains specs, photos, sketches, pros and cons of about 50 boats in the range that I'm recommending. It can really help you see what you like in a boat, what you hate and what you never knew you always wanted. Boats are like women (I am assuming you're a guy) with differing personalities and traits. I hope I don't appear too sexist, but there are things that guys like in women and things that they don't and no two guys are exactly the same. Some like them slim, some like them beamy. Some like them comfortable while others, like them more spartan. (trying hard to stray from double entendres). So, like a Seaward RK32; impeccable craftsmanship, excellent features but I don't like the look. It's a taste thing but just like in high school, often times the prettier ones, shall we say, cost more and were higher maintenance while the girl who was a little less spectacular (looks wise) was the one you gave your heart to, and after 38 are still doing it. And now, the cheerleaders are chubby and wrinkled and your Mrs runs 1/2 marathons and turns heads when she walks into rooms. Wait, no, that's me. You get the idea.
Anything worth doing requires sails.