Landlubbers plan for weeks, maybe even months, when they move. We got notice that afternoon. "Your new slip is (FINALLY) ready!" We unplugged, untied, and zipped on over to our new spot.
It's only down to the end of the dock, but OH what a difference. Rather than opening out on to a cluttered dock, we open out in to the water. It feels a lot more like being at anchor. We can see everyone coming and going in the creek. We rock back and forth a lot more. It's a lot more private (in other words, I can keep the curtains open when I am walking around partially dressed). Even though it's only a difference of about 10 slips down, it's like getting a fresh start. It's funny how a littlest change in perspective can give you a whole new outlook. This is the beauty of living on a boat. You can change your scenery while still snug in the comforts of home.
Zach was as giddy as if we'd moved to a new state. He sat like this for an HOUR, just staring.
"Mama, it's much beautifuller here than our old spot. I like having a water yard."
Me too baby.