Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

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White Horse Beach

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Sunset, seals, White Horse Beach, and my best friend. There isn’t much more to say than that. These past few weeks at home in the US, on the South Shore of MA, have been so perfect. Calming. Loving. Exactly what I needed to reboot and re-energize myself for the coming year.

For me, 2015 was a year of transitions. Of new beginnings. I married the best guy and started grad school. My best friends purchased condos and moved back to MA. I moved from Mississippi to Oklahoma to the United Kingdom. I traveled to Louisiana, Arkansas, West Virginia, Florida, New Hampshire, Texas, and all the states you have to drive through in between. I had my passport stamped in Norway. I left one job and started several new projects. I opened up to new possibilities and made room for change.

Transitions, settling. That was last year. 2016, I decided is going to be a year of action. Making things happen. Stay tuned. 

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Home for the Holidays

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“Oh there’s no place like home for the holidays. Cause no matter how far away you roam…”

This song, this SILLY song that I’ve known and quite frankly not cared at all about my entire life… this year, it means so much to me. England is a great adventure. This ENTIRE year has been a giant adventure. And I love it all, I really do. But there’s something about home. My energy flows. 

I drove down to the beach by myself with my camera the day after I landed in the states. I needed to drink in the sun and the ocean and all of my other favorite things that I had left behind for so many months. It was cold. A year ago, I might have thought it was a bit bland. But that day, everything was shimmering. 

“When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze, for the holidays, you can’t beat home sweet home.”

Sweet Berry Farm, Again

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I know I post pictures from this little farm in Rhode Island all the time; it’s because it really, truly is one of my favorite places in all of the world. That’s why I wanted to come here with my brother and sister for my last day in America before moving to England. It was such a weird day – cloudy, hazy, even rainy on the drive down – but we didn’t let that stop us from picking bunches of apples, feasting on banana bread, and frolicking in the sunflowers. This is one of the things that I’m definitely going to miss the most. 

Fort Hill

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Exploring beautiful Fort Hill and the Penniman House on the Cape (and playing with my brand new camera). I used to come here to hike with my family when I little – I even wrote about it in the diary I had at age five: “We walked in the woods and got very wet.” THAT is one of my favorite early memories… Anyways, as you can see from the pictures, we did NOT get even a little wet this time. It was a beautiful day. I mean absolutely beautiful. I love it here. It always reminds me to slow down, to appreciate the simpler things in life. 

Nauset

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Nauset Light, Eastham, Cape Cod. Summer, never end. 

Growing Up

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Growing up. I started this blog when I was a sophomore in college for a class project. Six years later, I am writing a post about the condo my best friend just purchased in the city. Isn’t that view INCREDIBLE?!? 

Our other best friend Bonnie was visiting from London (she had come over for my wedding the week before), so naturally, we had to take her up to the roof before she left. 

Growing up can feel scary sometimes, but I love that it’s something we all do together – buying homes, getting married, living abroad. All of these wonderful things, and through it all, no matter what, we have each other and this beautiful city, our home, pulling us all together from across the world. 

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