The car is for sale, and we're forward-loading our errands around town in case someone suddenly buys it out from under us.
All adult eyes on Galactic are peering across the Tasman Sea, at New Zealand. We're earnestly preparing the boat for the crossing.
The kids, on the other hand, are living in the moment, and preparing for nothing at all.
I feels like we're about to take a third step in our sailing life. First there were the Pelagic years, and our first sail to Australia. Then came Galactic, and another Pacific crossing. And now we're setting off on something new - we're leaving Australia behind, after two wonderful extended stays, with no plans to sail back. And for the first time, our long-range plans don't include a Pacific crossing.
A lot of our preparation is oriented around weather - forecasting it, routing around it, being prepared for it. These are, after all, the Roaring Forties, and the delights of the tradewinds are far far away.