In the end, the decision ended up being easy: just pick. In this case, how many times have I/will I be offered a spot on a boat with two really cool people?
I kept asking myself, and since I didn’t come up with an answer, I didn’t get one.
One day, I felt like the decision needed to be made. Did I want to do it? If I did then, that was the answer.
Couldn’t pass it up. Hitched a ride from their parents, who went down to see them and the boat before they took off the next day.
The next day comes, last minute preparations are almost completed, and we get read to set sail. After some parting words with some of their marina neighbors, we motor out of the marina and head towards the Intracoastal Waterway. I get some pointers on basic sailing, and it seems to be pretty simple. You could tell how excited we all were to see how the four of us were going to fit in Mike’s Catalina 27 for however long our journey together lasts?
Who knows, but we’re on the way, and there’s not much I can do now (:
“Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig]…”
All this time I’ve been waiting for Life to show me what decision to make. I’ve been keeping myself open to suggestions or signs that I could interpret as, “ok, the Universe thinks that the boat won’t work out. That’s settled.” But that never happened.
Things came together at the time they needed to.
We’re off.