Three hours into the flight to Faro, Portugal, it still hasn't hit me. For months this trip has been a hypothetical, far-off thing. When I go sailing. That time in the future when I won't be in the office. When I won't be updating the website, or putting together the next enewsletter. Luckily, when you work for a sailing magazine, everyone understands the need to go sailing. So this is it. Live from 39,209 feet, I have cast off.