San Diego upon our return last time from Mexico so we're not living aboard. The first time for me sense 1989. It's been a real change and not a bad one I must admit. We now are into the schlepping mode to some degree but we still have almost everything but food left on board. I left half of my cloths and pretty much everything right down to the after shave lotion on board. Maybe it was my way of moving off but not really. When next we head south it won't be such a struggle because it will be "change out the batteries and load up the food". We spend much of our time on board during the day and a couple of nights a week so she doesn't get lonely. After all those years aboard it's a bit strange to head out for home after a day aboard. Just writing the word home and not meaning Brendon even feels strange but then she'll always be "home" to us.