The galley, the kitchen, no matter what you call it, it's very likely the heart of your home. Today, while opening storage boxes and digging through the contents I was flooded with memories. As I pulled each item out of the cardboard boxes, unwrapping the paper layers, I remembered recipes, local food markets and hundreds of family meals aboard. In 2011, when we sold ZEN, I painstakingly wrapped each item, sealed the box and tucked it away in our basement. Six years later in 2017, we moved from Portsmouth to Newport. The galley boxes moved too. Occasionally, I'd field questions like: "Do we really need to hang onto all this stuff?" Fair, especially because we try to live very minimally. But I could never bring myself to Marie Kondo those boxes. They felt like a hope chest to me. They represented a promise. A dream that we would move back onto a catamaran.
Needless to say, it was a special joy to unpack my hope chest today, 9 years later. The gear consisted of pots, pans, dishes, silverware, knives, and a few gadgets we had used on our land yacht, our truck camper. The gadgets had a common theme: coffee!