This tradition is something I am falling more and more in love with - autumn on the island. It is sleepier, quieter, less frantic and more true. Everything feels clearer - the sunrises, the breeze from the sea, and even the night stillness.
Read MoreLBI 2019 was one of my favorite vacations in the house where we stay. It lived up to all of my hopes and expectations: ice cream cones, late night lightning storms, foggy mornings, and an abundance of ships to be spotted out at sea. This could be said of any place…but traveling to the coast inspires such a wanderlust and curiosity in me, always has.
Read MoreThe cadence of vacation is so warmly predictable. It looks similar every day, with perhaps a little variation depending on the weather. The days start with a quiet rise and meet-up for the coffee-goers. If we’re sleepy, we doze on the couches as the sun rises. We meander to clean out our mugs, hop in the car, or else walk, to get our coffees. After that', it’s a few hours of adventure.
Read MoreI’m writing this blog post with an anterior perspective of vacation, from the beginning…which is a bit unconventional from my previous LBI posts. This is intentional…almost as an exercise…to calm down and ease into our week. I fully acknowledge, that right now, at the start of vacation, I am stressed! But why!? What did I forget to pack? What will we do for dinners? What is on our “must-do” list? Will my family drive each other nuts? And this is awful, but a part of me feels like I can’t get to summer until I get through this week. I spent the drive down specifically meditating on how I don’t want to feel that way this year, or even right now.
Read MoreFor my 29th birthday, I wanted to be selfish and take a trip. And it was a getaway of pure celebration, quiet revelry, and natural beauty! Even during the middle of our travels, I felt as though our girls trip to the Florida Keys was going to be a legend.
Read MoreThis year, our family did something very different for Thanksgiving. We each packed a weekender bag, piled on the flannels and ventured up to a cabin in the Pocono Mountains.
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