My husband and I knew living in an actual house wasn’t in our future. For various reasons (some of which are admittedly irrational), the idea that one day we’d get a house with a yard didn’t appeal to either of us. It isn’t that we don’t like houses – we do –they just aren’t for us (although my parents assure me a house with a foundation is still in our future). Personally, I always envisioned myself in a penthouse or some kind of loft. When my husband and I first decided to move to a tropical climate, he informed me that since he was a child, he had always wanted to live on a sailboat. My response was something like, “How funny. When I was a kid, I wanted to live in a bio-dome. So, which condos do you want to look at?”
As we began our condo search, I noticed that my husband was also looking at boats. I became concerned. I began envisioning the two of us on some sort of floating wooden shack bobbing around in the water having to make do with hammocks for beds. Then, one day my husband came to me and coyly asked me to look at a boat he had “just found” online. Because I love my husband and because I’m an occasional good sport, I agreed. I could see how happy the idea of living on a boat made him. Imagine the look your child would have on their face if after asking you if they could have candy for dinner, you said yes. That is the exact look my husband had on his face as he began talking to me seriously about the idea of living on a boat. He was so happy and seeing him happy made me feel good. It also made me want to feel exactly what he was feeling. So, I decided to come up with something that he could give me in exchange for my agreeing to live on a boat. I knew immediately what I’d ask for: a Ferrari. To my utter dismay, he said that seemed like a reasonable tradeoff. His words instantly transported me to a state of euphoria. My immediate thought was “Yeeeeesssssssssssssss!!!!!! I am getting a Ferrari!!!” However, immediately following this thought was “Oh NOOOOOO, I’m going to live on a boat.”
Deep down inside, I didn’t actually want a Ferrari (it is true), I just wanted to get something too. So, like any sensible person who had just hastily agreed to live on a boat, I immediately withdrew my previous request for a Ferrari and came up with a new condition: I get to pick the boat. My husband agreed, and after some quick online searching, I settled on two boats: an Oyster 62 and a Sunreef 62. I found both to be of acceptable quality and size. Sadly, my husband did not. His reasons had something to do with “floating palaces,” “millions of dollars” and “you don’t understand how big a 62 foot boat is – we’d need a crew!”
Condo shopping resumed, although not for long. Soon enough, I was whisked away to the Miami Boat Show and after stepping on board some of the larger monohulls (although, not too large), I was instantly put at ease. I knew without a doubt that I could live comfortably and happily on board a sailboat. When I tell people it was my husband’s idea to live on a boat, most ask why we didn’t just compromise on something else. The truth is, I’m not sure what the compromise would be. I wanted a penthouse. My husband wanted a sailboat. What is the middle point between the two? A nautical-themed condo that neither one of us wants? Somehow that doesn’t seem fair. We decided to get a boat. My husband is over the moon, and although I didn’t get my penthouse, I couldn’t be happier with our decision.