Home

Home.  Such a simple word, right?  The dictionary defines home as “the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.”  The boat has been our home for almost the entire last decade, but as we prepare to begin cruising in our home, I’ve really begun to reassess what that word means.  As a family that’s been on the move constantly, it’s tough to call one geographic place home.  Just last night a couple asked where we were from and it went like, “I’m from here, she’s from there, we met in that place and we’ve lived all over.”  That is partly why I have loved living on the boat—no matter where we geographically move, we have the comfort of our home.

In the long list of zip codes we have held, we’ve been in Washington for a total of four years (split over two jobs/moves), Louisiana for a total of five years (also split over two jobs/moves), and Maryland for a total of six years (split between three jobs, but only two moves).  If you’re keeping up and doing the math, there have been a few more places scattered in there, but those are the three we’ve lived the longest.  And perhaps because we weren’t married and didn’t have kids for one of those passes through Washington, we have more connections in Louisiana and Maryland.  They are the closest geographic areas we have to “home.”  

Home is more than a place or even the walls you live in.  It’s the people, the connections, and the way of life.  We have loved our Maryland home and look forward to returning in our travels.  I took a little walk today around our marina to take a few photos of home, but the people...that’s where it’s really at.