A glimpse into the past

The face behind the dream

The man in the picture holds more significance than meets the eye. He's the catalyst behind the dream, the one who ignited my passion for sailing. This is the man who passed down the art of sailing to my father, so that he could, in turn, teach me.

He's the reason behind those cherished summer holidays—each year, he'd take me sailing, filling my childhood with nautical adventures. Beyond the sailing lessons, he taught me the art of savoring every moment and embracing the present.

But most importantly, he was my granddad. His legacy lives on in the waves, in the wind, and in every journey I undertake on the open sea in Freja

Diving into the Archives

A Photo of My Younger Self and My Sister Embarking on a Sail Trip with Granddad aboard Freja. Back then, little did I know that I would eventually become the proud owner of this boat that now holds countless memories.

As the years went by, my passion for sailing burgeoned. It flourished even more when my dad took me under his wing, imparting the art of sailing aboard their previous B31 sailboat. Prior to that, when my granddad didn't sail her to Sweden, we would borrow Freja for holidays. She was his beloved sanctuary, a place where he could be his authentic self—blaring music and sipping wine were among his favorite indulgences, aside from sailing the open waters.

However, life took an unexpected turn. Illness, in the form of cancer, struck my granddad. His health roller-coastered, and just as it seemed he was on the mend, his immune system faltered once again. The battle was lost, leaving us heartbroken. In his final days, he confided in my dad about his last wish: to preserve Freja within the family.

My uncle ended up buying the boat. But the boat didn't resonate with him the way he hoped. Soon, it was up for sale. The realization that Freja might leave the family was a pang in my heart, yet life moves forward, and my uncle's circumstances were understood.

Then came a call from my dad—an offer from my uncle to buy Freja. My dad declined, but it sparked an idea in my mind. What if I could buy her? And so, in a heartfelt decision, I became the new owner of my childhood boat—a vessel that now carries not only my dreams but also the cherished legacy of my granddad.

Captured moments from the past

The "wrong" captain

As I stand at the helm of Freja, the winds tugging at the sails and the waves carrying us forward, there are moments when doubt quietly slips in. It's a doubt that stems from the weight of legacy—the legacy of my granddad, the man who captained this very vessel with a wisdom and passion that felt unparalleled.

I often find myself comparing my captaincy to his, measuring my decisions against the ones he would have made. It's in these moments that the doubt creeps in, whispering that perhaps I'm not the right captain for Freja. After all, he was the one who introduced me to sailing, who nurtured my love for the sea, and who made this boat come alive with his touch.

But amidst the doubt, I remember that every captain brings their own journey, their own style, and their own connection to the sea. While my granddad's legacy is a guiding light, it doesn't cast a shadow over my own ability to steer this ship. Instead, it serves as a reminder of the deep respect and admiration I have for him.

Navigating doubt isn't about erasing it entirely, but about acknowledging it and channeling it into growth. I may not feel like the captain he was, but I'm the captain I'm meant to be, with my own strengths, lessons, and experiences to shape the course of Freja's journey.

In the end, it's not about living up to his legacy, but about carrying it forward in my own unique way. With each day that I command Freja, I embrace the doubt as a reminder of the honor it is to follow in his wake, to continue the legacy he built, and to steer Freja with a heart full of respect and gratitude.

What's the future plan?

For now, Freja's size suits me just fine. While a bigger boat could offer more space for upgrades and gear, I'm content with what Freja offers. Sure, dreams of a larger vessel do cross my mind, but I'm determined to relish every moment with Freja first. As long as I'm satisfied with her size, I will continue my dreams in Freja.

Speaking of dreams, I've held one close to my heart—a dream I've kept a bit hushed until now. Why the secrecy? I wasn't certain if it was attainable, if I could truly outlive it. But the decision was made, and I sailed back to my starting point from Copenhagen. Why the backtrack, you ask? I hadn't even been there for a month. The answer is simple: something called out to me. It was during the voyage to Copenhagen that I realized my dream was within reach. To just let go of the moorings and just sail wherever I want to.

Taking 1 step backwards so I can take 2 steps forwards.

My goal is clear—to save up, to make my dream a reality and set sails towards the world. To greet the world with a smile as I learn about the different cultures, the different