I’m on the way to the Bahamas again. Why on earth Am I doing this? I just want to go home.
I have someone who says they are going to fly into Marsh Harbor and meet us to look at the boat and maybe buy it. But who knows.
My parents flew in to surprise me to say goodbye. They brought Astra which was good seeing her but also tough leaving her again.
BTW so things with lawyer boy went way south. He completely disappeared one day off the map. He did text me and say he needed space. I asked why and he said “not now chris”. I said ok. The next evening he called me and acted like nothing even happened. I said we needed to talk about what happened . He said it was none of my business and that I kept “hounding” him all day. I didn’t say a word to him. Then I told him that if he didn’t want to talk about it, that’s not a trait I wanted in someone I would date. He got all pissy and threw a fit. I hung up on him. He blocked me on everything. SO fuck that.
My crew has been great so far. We had one curfufle last night. Somehow the jib halyard came loose and the jib was on the deck. The winds have been quiet and calm, but I hate motoring.
I just want to be home, find a boyfriend. Live a fucking happy life.