Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Tag: Massachusetts

World’s End

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 water just as vibrantly reflected the light.

This is the last thing I see from the sky when I leave, the very first thing I see when I return.

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Boston

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. 

Scituate

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 busy – but I knew I could do the things later, and I didn’t need anyone else.

It was a simple day of my favorite things. A new place to see – Peggotty Beach. Reading in the sun. Some photos. A coffee on the deck of my favorite coffee shop. Talking to strangers and petting dogs. I ended it all with the lighthouse.

Because next time I’m able to see it, it might be covered in snow. 

Marshfield

 

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 in time before it closed.

I’ve been to this place so many times, and it’s always home. 

Chatham

 

Chatham on a cloudy Cape day, quaint and quiet after the rain. The last official weekend of summer. Seals in the water, everywhere – you could see them from the sidewalk. Weathered wood.

Just being here again makes me happy. 

Scituate

I spend so much time here now when I’m home in the US. In many ways, it feels like more of my home than my actual home. I love walking the main street, to the coffee house, to the lighthouse, retracing my familiar paths. This time, on my last day home, I explored something new, the Conservation Park. It’s a place that I’ve driven by more times than I can count, but I never knew exactly what it was. This time, I stopped the car, parked, walked. It was so much green and blue and sun. 

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