About a month ago I was still set on buying a sailboat as my liveaboard home. It had been over a month, at least, since I put in an offer on a great boat and then learned the reality of getting a loan. I was bummed, but had already taken steps to get more money saved. I sold my Mustang and entered the world of riding a scooter for transportation…which is awesome by the way. I found an add on craigslist for a 30 foot Catalina. I forget the year, but it was newer for the budget I’m working with, probably late 1980’s. I reached out to the owner, she gave me a detailed reply. I contacted my broker, asking if he could come along. I was hesitant to ask him because this boat was selling by owner, not through a boat brokerage. So we worked out a fee for him that I would pay directly if the sale went through. After a couple more emails to the boat owner, and a few hours spent scanning the posted images imagining this boat as my new home, we set a date to view the boat.
First thing; I had seen one of this boat owners boats before. The very first sailboat I saw was one of hers. I remember it being small and having a laundry list of “fixes” she had done. I don’t know enough about the inner workings of a boat to say whether they were good or bad ideas, of it that’s just the reality of boats as they age, but it was odd. Upon realizing I would now see another one of her boats I was already disappointed. We went down to see anyway.
The boat was what it was. Small, decent shape and somewhat patched together as far as internal operations. The v-berth is tiny, so if I sneezed in bed I’d knock myself out. Limited galley, decent head, small salon. I couldn’t live in this. But since my financing was limited, I wondered if this is just what I’ll have to get. The boat was on a slip at hotel marina, which means I’d get full use of their pools, hot tubs, gym, spa and discounts at their restaurants…kind of cool.
A lot of this process involves compromise and balance, and reality. What can I afford? How far is it located from work? How small is too small? What do I want out of this? How often will I take the boat out? With all of these questions bouncing around, and the ever looming idealistic delusions of grandeur, it’s important to ask questions and take time to analyze. A lot of decisions I’ve made in life were impulsive or fast, done with little research. Some were great decisions, some not so much.
Long story short, the boat was too small. As we left, Brent (boyfriend) and Jason (broker) brought up power boats…for the millionth time. I’d been dead set on a sailboat…the charm, the skill, the freedom from gas reliance. But this was the last sailboat I’d see (except for that weird catfisher). With a power boat I’d have a newer boat, more room and most likely an easier time getting around for my newbie, minimal boating needs. I’m not traveling the world. I can still take my sailing classes. I can buy a sailboat down the road when I have more skill and can take a week or two or more off to travel.
That’s how the decision was made from sail to power. A little part of me felt down, but I’m about 10 days away from owning my first boat, and the future is wide open(you have a Tom Petty song in your head now don’t you?). I’ll be in a great marina closer to work, at another hotel (resort actually (; ), the dockmaster is wonderful, I’ll be in the smaller bay which has both my sail class school and Brent’s job…we can dinghy him to work, and maybe a cocktail or two.
That’s my story of sail to power. Now all I need to do is figure out how to drive the thing ;).
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