Our Definition of “Home”

Hello friends!

We’re one week out from being back to our floating home and waking up with the seagulls and sunrise.

These past few weeks of adventure have been incredible.  We’ve rested, explored, laughed, had glorious food, and genuinely just enjoyed each other’s company.

Since we’ve been together, we’ve gone on THREE big road trips, and this holiday season we will add a fourth!  

During these trips, there’s been a lot of talk about “home” and what that word really means to us.

Home can mean a lot of things, like the place you grew up, the friends you call family, your favorite city, or your favorite person. To some, things make a place a home. Hanging your pictures on the wall next to a collection of thrifted books and cards your friends wrote you, baking with your Grandma’s casserole dish, putting up your very own Christmas tree—all of this can make a random apartment in a new city feel like somewhere you belong.

This used to be me, well, still is me at heart, I just no longer have the physical space to put any of it. I always loved making a place my own. I used to have a wall filled with pictures of my people and notes from friends. When I moved onto the boat, I gathered all those up and put them in a thrifted photo album and took it with me. Eventually, we printed pictures and taped those to the inside of the boat as well. Little by little we created this place we call home.

Being away, whether it be the last three weeks or any road trip we’ve taken, it’s become quite obvious that home is not where our things are.  We have dwellings, where we live and sleep, but that’s not what truly makes a place feel like home.

It’s us, together, as cheesy and corny as that may be, it’s true. No matter where we are, we are always truly home. It feels nice to not live out of a suitcase when on the boat, and having photos up and our own coffee mugs is nice, but if it wasn’t with Steve and Buoy, it wouldn’t be the same.

We’ve been toying with what we want for the next few years… Do we move abroad? Stay on the boat? Get an apartment for the winter months? Snowbird down to the Keys aboard Batland? There are so many options, and so many places to be our temporary dwelling.

Last year’s scare of possibly losing the boat after the “Hole Disaster of 2021” made having a place to call home so much more important than it had been before, but it also made it more clear how much “home” is more of a feeling than walls and a roof.

Doing this life with people who love you, people who push you to your highest goals and love you through the lows, is what makes life so incredible. Doing life in YOUR body with YOUR mind and living the way YOU see fit is incredible. Finding four-legged friends, feathered or scaled or furry, really any pet, makes life incredible. Things that bring a feeling of home are the best things to have.

At the end of the day, “home” can be wherever you feel the most at ease, at peace with yourself, happy.

I’m beyond lucky to currently call this place in Wisconsin home, and then Batland will become home again when we get back to VA, and then home will be wherever life takes us – together.

Cheers to another love letter-styled blog about just how much I love Steve and how lucky we are to call this our life.

Happy Tuesday, and I hope you find a “home” that suits you, wherever you are.

Skye