The Big One-Oh

Just a little bit over 2 years ago..

… maybe closer to three, Christina and I made a ten-year plan. We decided that come hell or high water, we would be living on a sailboat in the Caribbean somewhere.. preferably the Virgin Islands. The plan was to work for the next 5 years in Orlando, save our pennies, and then move to Key West where we would spend 5 years learning to sail, buy a boat, and then sail off to St. Thomas. Easy!

Then Disaster struck. The economy tanked. Christina got laid off. A few months later I got laid off. Our yearly household income went from a comfortably ridiculous sum to just about nothing in the course of a few months.We both struggled to find work, but the outlook was bleak. Christina picked up some temp work during the week, and worked at Macey’s on the weekend.. she worked 7 days a week. I was lucky enough to get a very cushy severance package so I was pretty much living the high life and looking in vain for jobs I knew weren’t there, and wouldn’t be for many years to come.

One day on a lark, Christina applied for a job in Key West over the internet. Long story short, within a month we were moving. We sold just about everything we had, rented out the house, and hit the road. She at least had a job, and a decent one at that, I was still frantically searching. That was one year ago today. We are now 3 years ahead of our schedule thanks to the economic collapse.

I’ve since found employment. It’s a sweet little job. No stress to speak of. No team meetings, no performance reviews, no managerial duties; no corporate bullshit whatsoever. It takes me 3 minutes to commute to work on my bike. The worst traffic I get on the way is in the form of a family of chickens crossing the road or perhaps a curious, big green lizard. My job pays less than half of what I was making in Orlando but you know what? I wouldn’t go back to that life for all the money in the world.

We spend Saturdays at the beach, which is  less than a mile from our apartment. We relish the lack of the yard work and house work that it took to keep up with a 3-bedroom house in the ‘burbs. I spend my free time building my sculptures, writing in my blogs, and sitting at Dante’s enjoying a corona in the beautiful Key West sun with friends.

It’s a much simpler lifestyle

And I look forward to the continuation of our descent into simplicity. We’ll be starting sailing classes soon, and then it’s on to phase two of the plan. If things continue at this accelerated pace, we should be well on our way to being permanent beach bums well short of our planned timeframe.

I’d like to take a brief second here to say thanks to all the new friends we’ve met in Key West who have made us feel welcome and helped in the transition. Frank, Eric and Kelly, Moose and Danyle, Momma Frank, Aunt Ruth and Wayne, Frank II, Jocomo… you guys are the best, I couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to hang with. I look forward to all the future misadventures we will certainly share!

We left 20-something years worth of friends behind in Orlando, as well as a fair amount of family. It was a rough break, but the internet and frequent visits from folks who have figured out that having friends in Key West with a free futon can be a good thing, have made the transition not quite so bad.

Here’s to the next phase of the plan! I wonder what I’ll be writing about this time next year….

M