This scene is weirdly similar to the disorder that attended various stages of preparation for our trip across the Pacific. The days are short this time of year in Hobart. When it's getting dark at five o'clock my memories of all the work that went into preparing to live on Pelagic blend with the present work of preparing to leave Pelagic, and I find myself brooding on the futility of things...
In the light of day, though, Alisa and I are cheered by one thought: it's time to find the next boat!
Our very wonderful housesit overlooking Kingston Beach ends in two and a half months, and we're starting to feel the pressure to find new accommodation for our young family.
-Without a boat, says Alisa, we're just homeless.