This week has been all about space . Not just where things go — but how life on the boat is about to change once we leave the comfort of our mooring. While we’ve been sitting safely in the marina, tucked into a beautiful, protected body of water, life has felt almost… gentle. Deep Blue barely moves. Because of her solid metal hull, we don’t feel much at all — even when another boat passes, there’s only the slightest ripple. Enough to remind you you’re floating, but never enou

Mac and I have always eaten well. That part of our life didn’t suddenly disappear when we moved onto the boat. What did  disappear was the ability to casually say, “Oh, we’ll just grab that later.” Because later now involves a mooring, a tender, and checking the wind. We’re on a mooring in a marina and use our tender to get to shore. Some days it’s calm and easy. Other days it’s windy, choppy, or just not worth the effort. I’m still learning how to drive the tender (Mac is pa

We’ve had a very eventful week  — one filled with both new beginnings and meaningful endings. On Thursday , we finally handed over the keys to the house. That chapter is officially closed, and just like that, we became 100% boat liveaboards . It comes with a mix of relief, excitement, nostalgia, and a quiet moment of “wow… this is really happening.” Now, our home floats. Today (Saturday), I’m heading off to Sydney to spend the week with Nics  celebrating her 30th birthday .

We moved onto the boat full time on Sunday night. And somehow, by Tuesday, it feels like we’ve lived an entire chapter of life already. I think that might be the most accurate definition of boat life  I can offer so far. The week began with a big moment — our first time docking her . After weeks of watching her sit patiently on her mooring, she finally got to move. Not far. Just a few metres. But it felt like a huge achievement. I stood on shore so I could capture the moment

It’s a question that sounds simple, but if I’m honest, it’s one I’ve answered very differently at different stages of my life. There have been times when I was  living the best version of myself — strong, clear, energised, aligned. And there have been other times when I wasn’t. Times when life got busy, heavy, distracting. Times when I told myself I was “fine”… even when my body was quietly disagreeing. As Mac and I prepare to move onto the boat, that question has become impo

Learning how to sail — and preparing to move onto a yacht — has been far more confronting for me than I ever expected. I love the idea  of this life. The freedom of going to new places. Meeting new people. Ocean swims. Salt water, blue horizons, and everything that comes with living close to the sea. I honestly thought, I’ve got this. I’m from Africa. I’ve immigrated. I’ve moved countries, cities, careers. I’ve started again more than once. I figured this would just be anothe

What does it really mean to be home? It’s a bigger question than it first appears — especially for those who have lived in more than one place or built a life far from where they started. For many of us, home begins as a feeling rather than a location. It’s not the house or the street — it’s the sense of safety, belonging, and being held steady when the world feels uncertain. Home is often tied to people long before it’s tied to places. As life moves forward, we create new ho

Mac and I are wired very differently. He is the man who could literally live under a rock and be completely content. Give him a tight space, no lights, no fuss — and he’s happy. He’s not afraid of the dark, not claustrophobic, and doesn’t need “stuff” to feel at home. He is self-sufficient to his core. If it breaks, he fixes it. If it doesn’t exist, he builds it. If it needs power, he’ll wire it. Then there’s me. I need a bed. A proper one. I need a fridge. I need a kitchen w

How a Dream, a Detour, and a Second Chance Led Us Back to the Sea Mac and I met 11 years ago, and from the very beginning, there was always a shared dream quietly sitting between us — a life on the water. Not a holiday boat. Not a weekend escape. A real boat. A real ocean. A real change of life. We talked about it often in those early years. Always “one day.” Always “when the time is right.” Because like so many people, life kept pulling us in other directions. Work. Responsi