Loneliness is one of the big fears about setting off on a journey like ours.
So let me tell you, loneliness is a choice, not a necessity.
After two years at sea, we almost always have the choice to drop anchor at a familiar spot - Grenada boats, Israeli boats, boats from random beach meetups, or kids' boats from groups or Instagram.
And if we happen to arrive at a place where we truly don't know anyone, there are no strangers here. Sea folks are incredibly friendly and always keen to help. You need the desire to start a conversation, and from there, it unfolds on its own.
Sergey always wanted to live in a kibbutz, and somehow, I slowly understand that this is exactly how we live - our yard within our neighbors' yard, everyone raising everyone's kids, always there for each other, always a professional ready to show up and demonstrate their expertise voluntarily, and the gossip... wow. A kibbutz :)
Just a few days ago, a neighbor, who isn't quite a friend yet, saw a floating pillow in the water, picked it up, and looked among the boats to find its owner. So yes, we got our pillow back, which I might have let continue floating on the sea. But to me, that's so beautiful.
So, the sea is the terrain, and the boats are the homes. And we, honestly, are just kibbutzniks.
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