That reminds me. I need to read a book called Don’t Stop The Carnival. A couple that took Matt, Matt’s parents, and myself on a sailing excursion in the Caribbean recommended it. I suppose that couple is one reason why I don’t think I’ll ever pick up and move to the Caribbean. They seemed so sad even though paradise surrounds them. They seemed to be going through the motions of life, but not really living it anymore.
Let’s be honest, Matt and I aren’t the most traveled people in the world. We do love vacation and we try to do our best to make it happen a few times a year, but we haven’t been to that many Caribbean islands. We tried talking to the sad sailing couple about the surrounding islands that we had actually been to or read about. They hadn’t been to any of them. It seemed crazy to us that they lived on a sailboat, but had barely been to any of the islands that they sail past every day. They said there are docking fees that they couldn’t afford, and gas is too expensive, or something along those lines.
Health insurance also seemed to be a big problem for them. They are in their early 60s. Chartering their sailboat/houseboat for 20 plus years exposed them to the sun a lot. Both were struggling with early stages of skin cancer.
They were just getting by, barely. People in their 60s are normally thinking about retiring, but they aren’t anywhere close to that. You would think chartering a sailboat would be something awesome to do after you decide to retire, but this had become their job. It was no longer their hobby or something they were excited to do every day.
I guess when you start doing your hobby for a living it takes the fun out of it eventually.
So I have to wonder if moving the Caribbean would actually make me enjoy my life more. It’s not like I could pick up and move there and work in the restaurant business. I already know that would be a disaster. Actually, I could think of plenty of things Matt and I could do to work for ourselves down there, but would we really be happier? It’s not like we could bring our family and friends along with us.
Sigh. Working for the weekend sure gets old sometimes.
I asked Matt what I could do to make this post less depressing and he said there was nothing I could do to change that except to rewrite the whole thing and write about something else. I suppose at least I’m reaffirming why I am where I am and why I haven’t moved to some crazy far away paradise island. The sad sailing couple reminds me that location isn’t necessarily going to make me happier. Somehow they shoved reality down my throat on that vacation, which kind of sucked. But, I suppose I needed it. And, I often think of them when I get pissy about having to wake up in the morning to go to work.