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May. 14th, 2010 05:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikWhat do you miss most about living on a houseboat?
This of course inspired me to hope over and see if there were any new particularly tempting house boats for sale...
A single thing, most, I think the motion. I slept so well in that house boat (though I'd been sleeping badly before I moved there) - but it was more than just that, though there has always been something calming to me about being in motion. With all my insomnia, the one place I can often sleep, at least a little around people is if I'm on a plane or bus. Maybe a train - haven't tested that one.
But the motion was also always a reminder of being connected to the world around me. It was kind of like why I prefer a bicycle to the car - I could feel things so much better. The weather - through the motion, the sound of the wind, the temperature. (Okay, the windstorm when it sounded like pieces were breaking off the surrounding boats and crashing into my walls - because they were - was kind of icky.) The seasons. (Did you know that the lake rises and falls a couple of feet over the course of the year?) The beaver. The herons. The little fish and crayfish. My garden on the deck. Getting hot in the summer, and jumping off the side into the lake.
And symbolically... I was in a pretty transitional place in my life. (Really, I still am.) It was nice there also to feel the constant movement, to be reminded of how lightly moored I was.
And then there are the Seattle things. Biking into the lab, and having the PCC a block away. Having people tromp over to the barge after class and having chai.
This of course inspired me to hope over and see if there were any new particularly tempting house boats for sale...
A single thing, most, I think the motion. I slept so well in that house boat (though I'd been sleeping badly before I moved there) - but it was more than just that, though there has always been something calming to me about being in motion. With all my insomnia, the one place I can often sleep, at least a little around people is if I'm on a plane or bus. Maybe a train - haven't tested that one.
But the motion was also always a reminder of being connected to the world around me. It was kind of like why I prefer a bicycle to the car - I could feel things so much better. The weather - through the motion, the sound of the wind, the temperature. (Okay, the windstorm when it sounded like pieces were breaking off the surrounding boats and crashing into my walls - because they were - was kind of icky.) The seasons. (Did you know that the lake rises and falls a couple of feet over the course of the year?) The beaver. The herons. The little fish and crayfish. My garden on the deck. Getting hot in the summer, and jumping off the side into the lake.
And symbolically... I was in a pretty transitional place in my life. (Really, I still am.) It was nice there also to feel the constant movement, to be reminded of how lightly moored I was.
And then there are the Seattle things. Biking into the lab, and having the PCC a block away. Having people tromp over to the barge after class and having chai.
