Hello, my name is Wendy and I am addicted to houseboat tours.
Every other year, the Seattle Floating Homes Association hosts a tour of houseboats. And I go and I go. This year may have been my 4th, or possibly 5th.
I’m fascinated by the whole scene. They’re all so different, some very quirky, some Architectural Digest. It pulls me in like a giant belt buckle to a magnet. Or rain to Seattle…
I’m sure I romanticize the whole existence
like I do with so many other people or things.
I’m the first to admit the reality of living on a houseboat may not be so great. First off, there’s no garage to park in
oh, yeah, like when the Hubs filled my side of the garage with tools years ago….
Also, there are beavers to battle for possession of your stuff
like the Kid and the Dog. And God forbid, you get less than sober and slide right off your wet, Seattle wooden dock and into the drink yeah, there’s really no comparison here. Brrrrr.