“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.”
Perfect summer day today. Sun shining, HOT, but breezy. Perfect. I was down in Scituate for part of the afternoon. Still my favorite town ever. My friends and I hung out at TK O’Malley’s right on the harborfront. Margaritas, watching the boats sail by us. Fresh shrimp too. Living the dream.
& the view.
Just got back from Heritage Day in Scituate Harbor- aka one of my favorite days of the entire year! Basically, all of Front Street lining the waterfront gets blocked off to traffic, and the entire town runs rampant throughout all the tents and makeshift street shops spread across everywhere. And there’s live music AND a carousel; that’s how you know it’s legitimate.
Surprisingly, I didn’t buy that much- except it was still soooo much fun. My sister and I walked into town from the beach and spent a good couple hours exploring (and we bought matching seaglass bracelets, much to her horror), before we finally decided to head back. But, overall, she had a good time, I had a good time, the sun was out, and we were on the water- I’d say it was a pretty good day.
And I’m really going to miss this.