Two Steps

Two Steps

This is he chart table and navigation station on Seaburban. This is where I have spent the majority of my waking hours for the past 263 days.

As I get closer to home, I am asked more and more often about the adjustments I will have to make. Covid-19 will make it more of a shock and awe campaign than an adjustment I imagine but all that asking as led to no small amount of wondering.

Sitting on the settee one step away from the chart table, I struck me that my whole world is contained within two steps from the chart table.

One step to the galley.

One step to the head.

One step to the settee.

One step to the aft cabin and quarter berths.

One step to the engine compartment.

Two steps to the steering compartment.

Two steps to the forward cabin and sail lockers.

Two steps and I am on deck.

I have lived within the confines of two steps for close to nine months. Just for fun, do the two step in your living room and you’ll have a pretty good idea of just how much space there isn’t.

I have never thought of it as small. Two steps to get on deck does away with small in an awful hurry. Yet at home, those same two steps don’t even carry me past the end of my bed. The bathroom is an exhausting hike of at least 5. And the stairs just to get up to the bedroom take an unimaginable 10. That is a whole order of magnitude greater than the number it takes to get from bedroom to kitchen to bathroom from office on Seaburban.

Talk about adjustments. What am I going to do with all that empty space? And all that walking just to get to the bathroom. Surely putting the bathroom that far away was not smart. One step seems a way better idea.

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