Aug 6 (edited) • My voyage 🌎
Hey! Nice to meet you ;)
I'm Vita. And I'm 15 years old. I don't really have much to tell, but here's what I do :)
At first, I wasn’t ready for life on a boat. Well, I didn’t even know what it was like. And that’s no surprise. Imagine yourself as an 11-year-old child who’s lived their whole life in an apartment, with a spacious bed. And then suddenly, you’re thrown into a cramped space, constant rocking, and everything is always kind of wet…
I remember how enthusiastically my dad spoke about the sea. “It’s not just a way of life, it’s a great teacher,” he used to say. He saw my life among the waves, while I, observing the not-so-comfortable conditions, just nodded hesitantly. “Well… Dad said so. So I guess it must be right 👀”
Maybe that’s how the greatest relationships begin. With misunderstanding. You don’t yet realize what you have or what it might turn into. But later, I came to understand… And I’m sure I still have a lot more to realize :)
I lived on a boat. Once I got used to that lifestyle, I didn’t see anything special about it. It was just how things were. And there was nothing else. Not that I needed anything else 😕
My mom already told this story in her post — the one about the mast falling. I was sitting inside, on the starboard side, eating pasta. Everything felt so calm, I wasn’t really thinking about anything. Just staring at the kitchen cabinet and chewing. Then suddenly I heard this loud creak and my dad shouting. I got scared and spilled my plate. I peeked outside — and there was half the mast in the water, and my parents trying to pull it out. Yeah, maybe it would’ve made more sense to cut all the ropes and drop it. But my dad was stubborn and wanted to save it. Not everything was lost yet. They were calling for help over the radio, but no one could hear us. Except for one boat… or rather, a yacht. A massive, giant yacht. Their dinghy was almost bigger than our whole boat 👀
You can read the full story in my mom’s post, so I won’t go into all the details.
They towed us to Marmaris, where we lived for a while. It was a small tourist town. I went to a sailing school there. And overall, I was completely adapted to that life.
Later, we moved to Spain. It’s a wonderful place. Great people and pleasant living conditions. Although it’s so hot, even a stove could pass for an air conditioner. Or maybe it just feels that way to me 🤷♀️ since I’m from the north… We’ve been living here for about a year and a half now. Without waves or rocking. At first, it was pretty convenient, although unfamiliar. But later…
It felt like withdrawal. What kind of cage is this? Comfort, stability, convenience — all lies. Where’s the freedom here? You step outside and breathe in exhaust fumes, walking between human's boxes (houses). That’s kind of how it felt… Though, nothing is ever all bad ;) there’s good here too.
Today (August 6), we signed the purchase agreement. Now I have a boat of my own, and I’ll be fixing it up. A tough but great day. A big step toward a dream :)
The previous owner is a wonderful man — he feels like a grandpa to me now😁 I think everything will turn out just fine.
Thanks for reading ;) Feel free to share your own stories too — I’d love to read them!😊
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