The weather this week has been pretty abysmal. Living in London, or England for that matter, people tend to be somewhat obsessed with the weather. It’s a rainy place, but Summer has been spoiling us with lots of sun.
Coming back from holiday during which I was again spoiled rotten with sunshine, I suffered through my first week of Fall this week. I had to continue my move onto my houseboat as well.
Finishing that with the help of a friend yesterday, I was absolutely shattered by the time I went to bed. Waking up this morning was somewhat on the reluctant side. But it being a Sunday morning in my warm bed in my new place, where I had wanted to be for quite a long time now, I felt content and unhurried.
Seeing blue sky peeking at me through the bulk head windows quickly resulted in the resolution to get up and get out. I had a hot shower, put on some joggers and a sweatshirt, made a cup of tea, grabbed my folding chair and dragged everything on deck.
That is where I took the photo. It’s my Sunday morning high tide view from the back of the deck of my boat. The low tide view is a lot muddier, but there is still a serenity to sitting on deck that has no equal I know of.
The sun was shining down on me, the wind a little chilly, but I was dressed appropriately and my cup of tea kept me warm as well. It was the first time this week since returning from holiday that I felt completely quiet and at peace.
I knew then that I had made the right decision.
Depending on how well you know yourself, you may have a good idea of where you think you might enjoy to live, how you may react to certain things happening to or around you. You may believe that it might be nice or cool to live on a houseboat.
Well, I know myself pretty damn well and from the moment I conceived the idea I knew without a doubt that it was the right thing for me.
Winter is coming (and how can I resist that?).
I know that keeping warm is going to cost electricity. But I can make it cozy in my room and it’ll be fine. I have everything I need and even a little more.
My own houseboat will afford me a more comfort than what this one offers, but I get to live the way I want and need to live and that is worth a little sacrifice.
Downsizing is actually a good thing, because it allows me to throw some things out I don’t need or never really use.
I’m sure I’ll have a few more Sunday mornings like this, maybe some nice weekday evenings as well. It’s not quite Winter yet, not even in this country.