Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Tag: Massachusetts

World’s End

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Three weeks at home, passed by in a flash. My last days marked by the snow. It came unexpectedly; at first, barely there. We went out to World’s End to take in the sunset over the city, my last one until who-knows-when. 

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Boston

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Christmas-time in the city. Wandering around the place that I’m from, aimlessly and open.

We used to do this in highschool. It’s still fun in my twenties. 

Scituate

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Home for the holidays, & it’s a beautiful thing. The past few weeks have been busy. Christmas parties. I graduated. Travelling across the ocean. And now, here we are. Home, content. 

Brant Rock

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My last day at home until Christmas. The last day in shorts, last day with feet in the ocean. The very last of summer on a cool and misty day. We ate seafood at the Venus II across the street. We climbed out to the end of the jetty. My brother chased the seagulls, and I shivered in the water, willing to do anything to touch it one last time. 

Plymouth

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An afternoon walk along Plymouth Harbor, exploring with my camera. It was chilly, the first time I had to wear pants since the spring. But the sun was warm, and it was a welcomed mid-week escape. 

I love that pirate ship. 

Scituate

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A grey and misty morning; a warm afternoon. Coffee and croissants on the pier, a walk to the lighthouse, sail-boat watching.

It was so wonderful to be home again for this last bit of Indian Summer, to have this day in my favorite place with one of my favorite people.

Someday, when we’re done living abroad, this, this place, will be every day. I miss it when I’m away. But then I remember that I have both – here and there. Home and the world. Both always waiting for me to return. I love that.   

 

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