Over an ocean, other rowing boats. Another river, another Cambridge. Seeking familiar sights, the rhythm of blades breaking the water, at the Head of the Charles Regatta. Homesick for new home from old home.
Hydrangea heaven, home. Seals and sand dunes. Fourth of July flags. To the lighthouse. It always feels like I never left.
Back, just in time for sunset on my last day home. I told my brother that we could go anywhere he wanted, and he chose here, World's End. Last time, on my last day, we came here too; it was cold and snowy. No cold and snow this time, but the skyline, the same. The [...]
Home in my city. Back here for two weeks from Europe for volunteering, meetings, networking, interviewing. I've been all over the world, and I still love it here. I love the sense of walking and knowing and belonging. Of knowing that it will always welcome me back, no matter how long I've stayed away.
It's hard to pinpoint when summer fades to fall, when one ends and the other begins. For me, this was the end. I was home for a few more days, and it was warm. Sunny. In the 80s. A perfect beach day, essentially. I had a million things to do, and everyone I knew was [...]
Marshfield. First, to the wildlife sanctuary, exploring the open fields. My brother has a camera now too, and he was eager to practice. I was eager to feel the sun. After, to the main road for a meal, to the beach for the sunset, to the jetty for photos, to the icecream stand just [...]