Crossing the Atlantic

I have a dream. It is a dream that has been sneaking up on me since I was a little child, but that I somehow always have been striving for. I grew up sailing in the Swedish archipelago with my family, but I don’t think my parents knew the imprint it would make on my dreams and my future. Back then, to me, sailing was just a way of transporting oneself to new places and new friends, and I never took much interest in the sailing itself. Yet I cried for a month when my parents sold our boat and instead bought a new one in Greece, I didn’t understand how you could trade away the Swedish archipelago for tzatsiki and good weather. A while back I found myself in somewhat of a cross roads, and that is where things started to make sense. I have traveled enough in my life and seen enough places to know that all places are more or less the same; there is water, land and culture. It is all about the journey and the experience of challenging yourself and meeting new people. 

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The year 2024 will be the year where I finally cross the Atlantic. It has been on my bucket list for quite some time and I am very eager to find out if I love the solitude of the ocean as much as I think I do.