So far, it hasn’t been all that bad. I am deep cleaning the boat one area at a time, I have it looking a lot more orderly and clean than it has been lately. A little redecorating too. I scrubbed the walls and moved my bed into the V berth, made a cover for the hanging locker and cleaned up the floor, the cat box, the head, the dishes, the galley, the cabin — took out the trash and bagged the recyclables. I’m taking a break from cleaning out the fridge.
I feel like I have a tonne of room now. I’m stretched out in the whole boat, no longer confined to the salon. No more with my head by the trash, or the door. Just a nice cozy space with a heater and a comfy bed.
With everything mostly in place — I have a corner to tackle tomorrow — it’s like a different boat. I have plenty of food squirreled away in here, alcohol for the stove and all the water I can carry in my tank and jerry cans, I’m nearly settled in for winter. I need to replace the rain tarp that shelters the door — the first storm of the season knocked that out, so it’s replacement time. But other than those few things — we’re ship shape.
I was worried I would just curl up into a heap and withdraw from everything, instead I’m moving things around and cleaning like the devil is up my ass. All the bills are paid, and the budget for next month is drawn up. I put up two calendars to track my appointments and responsibilities. I’ve got clean clothes and shower regularly. (I’m schizoaffective, and suffer from some side effects) I have friends to be social with periodically locally — usually dinner and some hang out time.
So as long as I can keep it all together, I should be fine for the next 6 months or whatever when she comes back — or doesn’t. We aren’t scheduled to leave until 2020 now anyhow. I feeling pretty hopeful — go team me.