Life, to me, is made up of cycles. Some are quick, lasting mere days, while others can span a lifetime. I’ve spent the past 8 years in Biarritz, the longest I’ve ever called one place home in my nearly 40 years. So far it’s been peaceful, familiar, and abundant. But recently, I feel a shift— maybe a subtle closing of this chapter? I am unsure. A restlessness is brewing inside me, a craving for new adventures and unknown horizons. The comfort of this life, though beautiful, is starting to feel heavy, as though stagnation is weighing me down. Raf
For the past couple of years, we’ve been looking for the perfect boat to call our floating home. This particular boat, a Najad 34 located in the far north of Scandinavia, seemed like it could be the one. It took us a month and a half to go and see it because the river was still frozen, and we had to wait until it thawed. Finally, we were set to see if our dream would become a reality. We woke up early and took a bus to the airport. Walking to the bus stop, we realized how heavy our luggage was. Usually, we travel with just a small backpack each—a promise we made during our backpacking days to never travel with heavy luggage again. But this time, the circumstances were different. We hoped we would be sailing back on our floating home. The journey was long: 24 hours consisting of two flights, a night train, and a 45-minute car ride. We ventured so far north that it was always day. We arrived at the boat club, which was also a campervan camping site. The club's members were all over s