Her Story2019-01-28T12:37:15+00:00

Part I

The Shanty of Solitude

Before Jack and Autumn tied the knot in 2014, he was renovating a ramshackle house in New Orleans. Being a bachelor of a certain age with only his trusty pup Scout to share his hammock, he’d dubbed it “The Shanty of Solitude.”

Once Autumn, her son Fain, and their two thuggish kittens Squeaky and Dante moved into the shanty (a term which Autumn believed was over-generous), the name didn’t feel right anymore. Jack, being a philosophical sort of guy, re-named it the Shanti, a Sanskrit word meaning blissful peace. To be honest, that didn’t entirely fit either, what with the menagerie, the wise-cracking teenager, and the batty, anarchist wife, but it says something really romantic about Jack.

The whole family lived in the lopsided shanty blissfully (if not entirely peacefully) for several years until they decided to let somebody else deal with the leaks and the cobwebs and the rocketgrass. The experience convinced them that they could live happily anywhere.

Part II

The Yacht that Wasn’t a Yacht

During the summer of 2016, the motley crew took a few weeks to travel to upstate New York for the wedding of Autumn’s dear friend Molly and their first family vacation. On the way, they spent a few nights aboard an AirBnB-listed “yacht.” It wasn’t quite the luxury accommodations they’d expected, but the little boat and its charming liveaboard marina stirred up ideas.

As they explored the city, Jack mentioned in passing that it might be nice to live on a boat someday. Autumn made a note of the wistful tone of his voice. She’d always wanted to live on a boat, too. But the trip was long, and work and bills awaited them when they returned to New Orleans, so the idea got filed away in the “Sure, it would be nice, but…” bin.

Part III

 The Sea Shanti

Back in November of 2016, Autumn was reading All Things Are Possible by Lev Shestov because nothing helps her move past despair and hopelessness like Russian existentialists. Perspective, man.

Shestov wrote this:

Philosophy must have nothing in common with logic; philosophy is an art which aims at breaking the logical continuity of argument and bringing man out on the shoreless sea of imagination, the fantastic tides where everything is equally possible and impossible…The business must be undertaken by homeless adventurers, born nomads, to whom ubit bene ibi patria*.

Autumn couldn’t help connecting the passage to Jack’s wishful thinking from earlier in the year. She floated the idea of buying a sailboat, and he suggested that she was perhaps being reactionary and not entirely logical. She suggested that he pretend they were going to get a boat to satisfy her so she’d shut up about it already. She promised she’d eventually forget the idea anyway if he’d just play along with her for now.

And eventually she did forget as she got caught up in other projects.

But then January 2017 rolled around. Her feet began to itch and her mind began to wander and she felt compelled to begin perusing Craigslist for a boat. That’s where she found the Sea Shantia 1974 Cooper Seabird 37 whose owner abandoned her in a New Orleans marina nearly a decade ago. The marina put her up for sale on Craigslist for $4500. Jack and Autumn talked them down to $3000. A deal was struck. No arms were twisted.

You can imagine the kind of work that a $3000 boat might need. She had very little interior to speak of, leaks reminiscent of the original shanty, and plenty of kinks to work out on the systems as well. They took a huge risk and moved aboard while the Shanti was still little more than a figment of their collective imagination, which allowed them to sink more into her renovation.

During that first year, the meager captain’s cabin was cozy enough for an adventurous and low maintenance teenage boy to slouch in. Jack and Autumn, both hard-scrabble Gen Xers, made do with hammock beds and floor cooking in an Instant pot. And the furry family members were thrilled by the prospect of gaining a life of freedom along the Industrial Canal of New Orleans.

Today, they’re still plugging away at their quaint home on the water. While the improvements to the boat are coming along slowly, the improvements to their relationships and lifestyles are dramatic.  They’ve learned to work as a crew through discomfort and hardship, and they’ve learned the importance of community and perspective. This blog documents their trials and their triumphs. They hope you’ll enjoy the experience as much as they have.

*Ubi bene ibi patria translates loosely to Home is wherever life is good.