It happened one night, that dreaded conversation, after 12 years of marriage. “Janice, we need to talk.” Never a good start, my mind started racing, wondering what I did or didn’t do. “We can’t go on the way things are. Something has to change,” Dave continued hesitantly.
Near panic and fighting the tears that are springing to backs of my eyes, I ask, “What’s going on?”
“I’m sick of working; sick of spending my life this way. I need a break. I need to get away.”
I exhaled after realizing I was holding my breath. Relief spread through me, since it sounded like the big “D” word was not forthcoming. My heart rate started to slow back down as I thought Dave was having a mid-life crisis. “What do you want to do?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve been thinking about this,” Dave started and then took a dramatic breath. “Now, we’re just talking here, so don’t freak out, okay?”
Back on edge, I squeak out, “What? What is it? Just lay it on me.”
“Okay… I want to sail around the world. I want to buy a boat and go, just you and me. What do you think?
I just stared at him blankly, wondering where the hell that came from. What do I think? Wow! I don’t know. I couldn’t think anything. We’ve never sailed. We didn’t know the slightest thing about sailing. We had been on one sailboat that was at least 70 feet long in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, when we were taken on a tour to snorkel. All we did is lay on the trampoline, drink rum punch, and soak up the sun. The actual sailing of the boat was completely lost on us. Something unintelligible rose from my throat and I realized he was still waiting for my reaction. “Are you serious?”
“I’m very serious. We both want to travel and I promised when I married you that I would take you to see the world. Now we can.” Dave smiled as if he had just solved all the world’s problems.
Still dumbfounded, I said, “But we don’t even know how to sail!”
Totally unperturbed by this fact, Dave said, “We can take sailing lessons. I looked into it. There’s a sailing school just south of us in the Financial District. Will you take lessons with me and give it a try?”
As the shock wore off, I became surprisingly nonchalant about it. Dave always gets interested in things, but nothing keeps his interest for long and he moves on to something else. “Sure, I’ll give it a try, but if I don’t like it, we have to come up with another plan, okay?” I was rewarded with a huge smile and a quick kiss and he was off researching our first sailing class.
If you want to know how we got the inspiration for the name of our sailboat (Livin’ Life), watch the following YouTube video, which is an episode of Ex Pats. If you don’t want to watch the entire show, fast forward to 19:50.
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