Future Digs

The kids have had questions about where the boat would be “parked”, so we took some of them down to see the marina were we will liveaboard.  There are several marinas in our area, but only about 3 of them will allow liveaboards.  We will need to liveaboard at the marina until I learn how to operate the boat.

There are several factors that were considered when choosing this particular marina.

  • Location – Located in the heart of Boston you can’t get any better.  The marina is walking distance to following:
    • North End – Similar to “Little Italy”.  Authentic Italian restaurants, cafes and shops.
    • Faneuil Hall Marketplace – An outdoor shopping center, filled with shops, restaurants, an amazing food court and street performances.
    • Haymarket – Open air market, similar to a farmer’s market, except with many vendors competing.  You can get fresh produce here on Friday and Saturday at rock bottom prices.
    • New England Aquarium
    • Boston children’s Museum
    • Chinatown – Authentic Chinese food
    • Christopher Columbus Park – Fantastic waterfront park that we visit frequently. The park overlooks the marina, has plenty of  green field, gardens, kids sprinkler, playground, and an oversized sandbox filled with toys. Perfect.
    • Rose Kennedy Greenway – Grassy path through the center of Boston.  Great for walks.  Large sprinkler with lights, water movement and a Carousel.
  • Amenities – This marina is the only one in the area with an Inn, so the amenities are better than others:
    • Laundry facilities – The boat will have laundry, but always helps to have back-up
    • Fitness room – The kids can burn some energy 🙂
    • Clubhouse – Pool table, sofas, tv and a computer.  Great for anyone who needs quiet time away from the boat (that would be me).
    • Slip-side pump-outs – The marina is re-doing the docks to include pump-out at every slip.  Ideal for someone learning to operate.  I won’t have to worry about constant travel to the pump.
  • Parking – Available.  The lot is at the marina.  Expensive, but at least it’s there.  Parking in Downtown Boston can be a real hassle.


We frequent the waterfront area where the marina is located often, but we hadn’t shown the kids the actual marina yet.  They have seen the boats from the park and walking around, but we havn’t walked them on the marina grounds and said “This is it”, until yesterday.  We wanted to be sure that this was the final decision before we solidified images in their minds.


We took a stroll through the clubhouse, showed them the outdoor sitting area overlooking the Harbor and the general location of our slip (we knew this from when we met with the Dockmaster).


They were most impressed with the Clubhouse.  We had lemonade, as I explained, that in the winter, they put out cookies and hot chocolate.  That sealed the deal.  Aiden said that he was, “starting to get excited”, Wooohooo, Home Run!!!





When we met with the Dockmaster a couple of months ago he promised that the docks would be rebuilt.  The project would include the installation of in-slip pump outs.  It was nice to verify that this was being done.  The new docks should be ready by the time we arrive.



Just as we were heading out, a massive 185′ sailing yacht was pulling in.  We stopped to gawk and drool.


It was a very productive day.  Showing the marina to the kids was a great idea.  They loved it, and they are excited to move.   Yaayyyy!!!!



Real Estate Junkie (Part 2)

…..Continued from here.


I would go back out of town to buy property.  This time I would buy single family homes.  The row-house complex was too difficult to manage for many reasons.  It was also in the absolute worst area of the city, flooded with drugs, prostitution and violence.  I didn’t want any part of that again.  It was unsafe and definitely not worth it.  This time I would buy homes in slightly better areas, attracting more desirable tenants.  I would stay in low-income neighborhoods, for the best value and return on the buck, but not extreme ghettos.  I would buy in many different areas, as not to put all my eggs in one basket, and avoid herding tenants to a condensed group, which can also be problematic.  I would buy properties that needed some work, but not too much, again this is the best value.



My plan was to pick up as many properties for short money as I could without creating too much of a time commitment for myself.  I did not not want to leave my kids 4 days a week again, like I had when I did the row-house project.  That was too much time away.  This time would be different.  My pace would be much slower.  I allotted one day of travel per week.



I would also have guys down there that would complete the renovations under a contract.  I was no longer willing to supervise a crew.  I would only turn over  2 homes at a time ensuring that I was able to adhere to my one day a week on-sight goal.  I would use that day to check progress, look at potential new purchases and rent the units.



The plan worked.  I spent the next 2 years back and forth, one day a week.  I had completed 17 homes.


At the end of 2 years I got VERY lucky and fell into a great deal.  I put my out-of-town single family rentals on hold.



Continued here…..



My Thoughts

My name is Skyla and I am the eleven year old daughter that my mom talks about.  Living on a boat seems very exciting, but I don’t want to leave my awesome teachers.  I love my teachers and I especially love my classmates.  I also love the one-hundred year old school!

I have been going to this school since pre-k and I am currently in 6th grade going into seventh.  The question is, what about school?  I have absolutely no clue, but I do know one thing. I am going to be on a boat surrounded by boys! I need girl time! That will not happen sadly,  but even though my brothers are annoying, I still love them dearly!


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Feeling like the weather today.  Crappy.

Waiting for something to happen stinks.  Your ready to make your next move, but your held back.  House has been on the market for over 45 days now, and nothing.  Some days it feels like we will be stuck here forever.  Hmmm….What will I do to sweeten the deal, and get this puppy moving?  We are ready to Go, Go, Go.


Good news.  We have a boat showing tomorrow…

9 Lives of a Liveaboard Cat

This is a interesting cat story courtesy of my Cruisers Forum friend, Nick, from s/v Jedi.  Thanks Nick for sharing!!!


We took 3 cats with us when we moved aboard. Our biggest worry was a long intercontinental flight to get to the boat, but the cats, who stayed in the luggage compartment, were unaffected by it.

Two of the cats were big friends (male and the female kitten of the 3rd cat) and the other one was not too impressed with that friendship.  Many cats merely tolerate each other, which is fine, it’s their way.

We always let our cats roam free except when we lock up for the night.  It’s a choice, and we believe they have a better life that way, although many cats are content with staying inside.  That is the nice thing with cats, and which is never possible with dogs.  At anchor, they can just fall overboard, but normally it happens as part of their adventures, like during catching fish or squid. The male managed to stay dry for about 4 years, and then he decided to walk over the steep grade transom while it was wet, slipped, and went swimming.  He went around the boat faster than I could follow with the dinghy, and then let me put him back on the swimming platform where he stayed ready to jump again for another swim.  All very macho.  We have a knotted rope hanging overboard at the stern so they can climb out. They don’t use it of-course; the rubber flap over the engine exhaust is preferred.

One cat, the youngest, fell overboard when we were on the hard.  This happened during new years and we think it was the fireworks. She broke her back on a boat stand and died.  That is the tough side of letting cats roam about.  After that, we kept them locked up at New Years Eve.

We got a new #3 cat while anchored at Isla Margerita. She became big friends with the male, but the grouchy female didn’t want anything to do with her. We taught this cat (Obi Wan Kenobi, the one that died was Yoda…) how to swim, and she would jump in and out of the dinghy, come
along for a ride, catch fish all the time but never went for voluntary swims.  I have seen cats that grow up aboard boats who do that including swimming over to other boats.

"Cat" There was a French boat with a cat named “Cat”.  He went missing in the jungle of Panama.  The owners were searching for months, put out trails of cat food from the jungle to their boat, etc. (our cats followed those trails the wrong way all the time ) In the end, they gave up and left.  Months later we were on the hard again, and the grouchy female (Pasja), went missing (we were down to 2 cats now).  This is not unusual, but we reported it to people so they knew.  The next day they came and got us because they found the cat… well, it was “Cat”, the French one (back to 3 cats).  Barely alive I might say, with wounds and a harness that was half out and grown into his skin.  We decided to try to save him, so started draining and cleaning a big abscess, cut the harness away, washed, and gave anti-biotics.

A day or so later, Pasja shows up again,( so now we have 4 cats).  But I found an cat 2 email address of the French owners, so sent an email out and
waited.  In the mean time, there were people volunteering to take “Cat” if the owners wouldn’t report.  We liked that, because we decided 4 cats was too much.  There was this one girl that really wanted it badly… but then, we got an email back from the owners… they would sail back and collect “Cat”. (We were back down to 3 cats.)  But the girl was heartbroken so we offered her a cat from us (Pasja, who didn’t like the other two so much) and she was happy with that. (We were back to 2 cats now.)

The male cat was old and sick and really at his end. We had to put him to sleep, which was the toughest thing that happened since we went
cruising.  (We were back to one cat), Obi Wan.  She was not happy alone, so we gave her to the daughter of a local guy we know here in Panama, where she is happy and catching lizards all day. So now we’re at 0 cats!

We still see Pasja and Obi Wan Kenobi now and then, and they still recognize us



Real Estate Junkie

You know that you’re a real estate junkie when:

  • You have bought and sold more properties than your age
  • You have lived in more properties than your age
  • You’re on vacation discussing the real estate where you are vacationing
  • You have re-designed the exterior of your neighbors house (in your mind)
  • You have “your” real estate broker on speed dial
  • The guy at Home Depot has you on speed dial
  • You have your broker’s MLS password
  • Your vehicle floor is covered in nails and tools
  • Your vehicle is a sh*tbox pick-up truck, and you love it
  • At night you dream about tossing your tenant’s crap out the door
  • At night you dream about tossing your tenant out the door
  • You have tossed your tenant out the door




In this post I discussed where cruisers get their money while cruising.  What will feed our kitty?  Continue on to find out.


I bought my first house when I was 23.  I worked all summer babysitting, making $540 per week, saving every nickel.  By the end of the summer, I had saved $4,000.  It was just enough for closing costs.  With a bit of finagling, I managed to qualify for a first time buyer, no money down loan.  At that time, everyone thought my mom was crazy.  They would say, “Why are you letting her buy a house, she’s going to ruin her credit, and, her life.”  My mom was the one who convinced me to buy.  She knew that I could do it, and I did.

From there, one house led to the next, until soon I was an established real estate developer/investor.  I bought 3 unit buildings, gutted them, renovated, converted to condos, and sold.  I also owned a bunch of “triple decker” rentals in crappy areas.  I capitalized for as long as I could, while watching the real estate market climb rapidly.  In 2003, 5 years after I bought my first house, I decided that I was done with Boston.  I wasn’t comfortable with the exorbitant pricing.  I sold everything that I had, and began to look for a new location.  (I was very lucky, the market plunged soon after.)

I happened upon a large apartment complex owned by HUD (Housing and Urban Development).  It was in another state, hours from where I live.  The project was comprised of blocks and blocks of dilapidated row houses,  in the worst possible area, drug plagued and violence stricken.  Decrepit homes abound, crack heads, and prostitution reigned.  It was a ghetto.  Worst than anything that I had ever experienced in my 28 years.  If all the abandoned, boarded up haunties in the area were to be razed, the place would be vacant.  I bought it.


I went to the HUD auction and bid against 2 others.  I paid $348, 000 at the auction for 145 units in complete and total disrepair.  I was delighted.  Compared to Boston, where you could buy 1 house for the same money, this seemed like a steal.  The local papers had reports that snipers from the roofs of my new “wonderland” would shoot at cops, as they patrolled the area. So, the cops didn’t bother patrolling anymore.  The place was a lawless war-zone.  Anything went, murder, rape, drugs, prostitution and no one gave a damn, as long as it was contained to that area.  I didn’t care.  I was on a mission.

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I brought a crew of guys from Boston, hired a few locals and immediately began to renovate and rent the units one by one,  all low-income tenants.  I completed 84 units in 1 year.  The place was crazy, tools stolen daily, break-ins, vandalization, bullets through windows, and arson attempts in my units.  I was even threatened a few times, which led to fights, cops, and questioning.  Not to mention the nutty tenants.  Anyone looking to live in this neighborhood had to be somewhat demented.  I carried a small pistol in the front pocket of my jacket, and hoped to never have to use it.

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I was a single parent at the time to 4 young kids (ages 2-4).  I spent 4 days away, supervising my project out of town, then flew home for 3 days.  Flying in and out, every Thursday night  and Monday morning, like clockwork, to relieve my babysitter and see my kids.  By the end of the 1st year, I was completely exhausted, burnt out and beat down.  I was also in danger.  I had been arguing with the residents of the crack house across the street to keep their “visitors” off of my property.  The drug dealers were doing their best to intimidate me, and it was working.  I had also heard through the grapevine that there was talk of kidnapping me.  I know, it sounds crazy, normally I would have thought so too, but after a year in hell, I felt anything was possible, and with 4 kids, I wasn’t taking any chances.  I sold.

My layer of tough skin developed that year.  I left feeling that there was nothing that I couldn’t accomplish.

I spent the next year at home taking a break, and working on a fun historic home that I purchased.  This house was in tough shape,  everyone said that it couldn’t be restored.  “Tear it down”, they remarked.  I knew better.  Fixed that baby up, and made it shine.  The mayor of the town with the Historic Commission gave me a Preservation Award when the house was complete.  I was proud.  It was gorgeous.


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My historic property sold and I was left with… What now?  The market was a disaster.  I wasn’t willing to risk doing anymore flips in Boston, but, I still had a family to feed, and bills to pay.  I hadn’t a clue.  I sat tight for a couple months when suddenly, one morning, as I awoke, it came to me.


Continued here.





Boat Shopping

I have been scouring for months trying to find the “perfect” boat.  These are the sights that I have used:


There are many boats to choose from.  It gets very confusing; especially when you need accommodations for 5 kids, plus adults.  Trying to sort through what’s important, and what isn’t, is difficult.  This boat will be home, not just for vacationing, so we have to get it right.  The goal is to become international cruisers.  That in itself brings a whole slew of requirements.  Comfort, safety, range, efficiency and maintenance are all considerations.


Folks have advised to walk on as many boats as you can.  Get a feel for the different styles.  I had no intention of doing that.  I figured why waste the time, unless I believe that the boat could be the “one”.  This morning I had a revelation.  One of my kids refused to taste the sweet mango slices that I had just cut.   While listening to myself tell him to” Try it, because how will you know that you don’t like it, if you don’t try it?”,  I suddenly realized that I was being foolish.


How do I really know that I don’t like Chris Craft; or that Nordhaven will be too cramped, when I had never stepped on one.  I was being silly.

I immediately jumped on Yachtworld and began my search.

I came up with a few boats in my area.


70′ Broward   $298,000  http://www.yachtworld.com/boats/1980/Broward-Flybridge-Motor-Yacht-2189890/Boston/MA/United-States



60′ Chris- Craft  180,000  http://www.yachtworld.com/boats/1974/Chris-craft-Roamer-1931647/Boston/MA/United-States



80′ 1985 Hatteras $649,000   http://www.yachtworld.com/boats/1985/Hatteras–1556301/Portsmouth/NH/United-States





This boat is probably waaaayyyyy out of my league.  It is 90 FEET!!!!!  Holy Crap, it’s AMAZING!!!!!.  Plus, it has sails.  This is a MUST see.  Wow, the interior wood is beautiful.  It has the perfect amount of cabins.  Plenty of space.  Ocean-Crossing. 6000 nm range.  Only drawback;  I wouldn’t be able to move an inch without crew…Booooo….

Can’t wait to see her.

90′ North Sea Expedition Trawler





I have e-mailed the brokers of these boats to set up showings.  Let the shopping begin.