I found a boat but I also found myself landlocked and restless.
Self-determination comes with a price tag and it’s not cheap. Thrust back into the precarious world of singlehood I was suddenly sailing solo and without a clear compass course. Like a true snow bird I packed up and headed south to Florida craving for distance from the dark and freezing New England winters and the melancholy memories that they held. I was anxious to hone in on my new life, whatever that was to be.
A three year stint teaching English to wealthy South American students proved to be almost impossible during the steamy spring and summer seasons in the sub-tropical Florida panhandle. I was physically knackered and grew increasingly aware of a nagging ache in my gut that refused to go away. I deduced that I still needed some serious down time to sort out my postpartum divorce blues and the place to do this was at sea, on a boat.
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Cure #1 for Postpartum Divorce – Part 2 – Find a Boat
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