
I've been feeling a bit lonely all evening. And found myself thinking about boats and sailing a lot. Probably because my parents are out near Angel Island right now, and they motored down the estuary tonight and are going to be actually sailing tomorrow... while I'm stuck at home with homework and grandma phone-watch. They've gone out 3 times in the last two months not counting this weekend, and before I wasn't all that interested in going what with school quarter changeover and all, but right at this moment I would really rather be out there sleeping in that claustrophobically low-ceiling-ed stern cabin with my dad's noisy air machine in the background and feeling the waves rock me just enough to stop me from falling into real sleep than sitting here typing on my computer. God I love sailing. I love boats and oceans and lakes and salt and big, white sails. I'm one of those people who will see a new sail boat with attractive lines and go on for five minutes about how pretty it is. I don't think I could ever be happy married to someone who isn't willing to go on the water. Since I do want to be married and have a family in the future, I've thought about this. And though I'm loathe to make any kind of requirements on love, this really is of great importance to me in the long run. Even if I rarely go sailing, just knowing that I could if I wanted and that I'd have someone to go with to means everything.
So, for lack of ability to actually be there tonight, I changed the title and the name and stuff on my LJ. To reflect my oceany mood.