Salt life = thinking small.
One must always keep this in mind when living aboard a boat. You only have so much space. One learns how to become more organized. Being great at Tetris is a huge help. Especially when your ice box isn’t the same size as the one you’d have in a house. You learn what is essential versus what is trivial, like all those chachkies littering the mantle in a house. One of the hardest things for my honey to give up has been his books. Yay for the iPad and Kindle app! Still, being able to thumb through a book, the feel of the pages, and the scent of old paper can’t be duplicated with a device.
Salt life = serenity.
On those fantastically excellent days, you can pull up your lines and head out for the day. No need to drive to the marina, you’re already on the boat. The peacefulness of a marina in the off-season is beautiful. The sound of the water slapping against the hull can be a sweet lullaby, and floating wind chime farm can be as well – as long as it isn’t YOUR halyard slapping against the mast. Having the opportunity to look up, whilst laying in bed, looking at the stars through the cabin hatch is amazing. Even more so, when doing this, you catch sight of a shooting star. Needless to say, I don’t want to live on land for an extended period again.
Salt life = adventure.
Living aboard a sailing vessel isn’t always glamourous. Think about it. If you’ve ever traveled in a motorhome, it can be quite similar. Banging doors, rattling dishes, and of course the inevitable slamming of tool boxes when an overly excited wake of a Rodney comes up suddenly. Not to mention the whole ‘what is that funky smell emanating from the head?!’.