It’s not always rainbows and butterflies living and working on a yacht. In fact, I’d say more often than not it’s not rainbows and butterflies at all. One month straight of owners/guests onboard? Exhausting. Weeks and months spent in shipyards? Miserable. Not being able to escape your “office”? A serious mental challenge at times. But we all do it for the same reason: the occasional perks that remind us of how lucky we are to have the chance to be doing what we are doing. It’s all worth it for those days that while may be infrequent at times, are pretty spectacular. And yeah, I get to say that I live on a multimillion dollar yacht.
But sometimes, it’s just downright soul crushing.
Coming back from holidays or weeks off the boat can be a difficult transition. You are quickly plucked back away from your friends and family to a life where you live and breathe work and “having a life” is a confusing expression. Most times, you are living someone else’s life. That can be a hard thing to wrap your head around, even if that other person’s life is a pretty cool one.
If I didn’t love my crew, I don’t know if I’d still be doing this. You have to like who you’re with because those people become your family and friends. As such, we can all read each other pretty well after almost three years together.
We can tell almost immediately if one amongst us is having an off day/week/month; it’s near impossible to hide when you are living and working in a limited space with five other crew. Unfortunately, it’s not uncommon for one of us to go through the periodical funk that comes with such a unique living and working situation.
The idea of quitting probably enters any yacht crewmember’s mind at least once a week. Maybe not always with such sincerity, but the option is always there in the back of your mind. You think that it might be nice to have a routine or to be able to stay in one place long enough to make friends or hell, even date (Ha. Ha. Dating. What is that?). Right now we’re actually all just itching to get somewhere warm. We’ve been floating between Canada and the US for the past year so obviously this Yankee is looking for a little more adventure as well. The fact that there is potential to be stuck in the Pacific Northwest for another year definitely makes that option I was talking about look pretty inviting. Plus, I hate to say it, but I’m not getting any younger and sometimes I think three plus years of changing diapers and cleaning toilets might not be the biggest resume booster if I decide to enter the corporate world. Who wants to be a 30 year old unpaid intern?
Anyway, slumps happen and they are shit. And they are shitty for the rest of the crew to be around. You have to remember why you are doing what you are doing and if you are truly and utterly unhappy and it’s not changing, then make a change yourself and have a plan.
I know, I know, trust me; easier said than done.