Back in my sailing days in the '70s, I had dreams of living on a boat and sailing off into the sunsets. then reality hit me. What was I going to do with all my crap? All that good stuff isn't going to fit!. Then, after sailing over to Catalina, I found that just sailing around was days and days of pure boredom, punctuated by hours of sheer terror.
I loved the racing part of sailing, never was much of a day sailor.
Pretty much kept my feet on the ground the ground after that. Found airplanes and motorcycles much more appealing.
Bare