I've been holding off sharing pictures from my trip to the beach last February. A combination of long to-do lists and bittersweet nostalgia, I guess. Tough coming back to winter after a warm weekend away with family I miss dearly. We did have to come back, however, and looking back at these pictures makes me miss it all over again. Glancing at myself in the mirror tonight, I am reminded of what some sun and a quick breather from the city hustle will do to your complexion.
When going back to Florida, I'll most likely be going to one of two places: the west coast where I grew up, or the east coast where I spent summer vacations, spring breaks, and long weekends as a kid. The east coast of Florida is known for better beaches and bigger waves. My extended family has had a house on the beach over there for many years, and it's where so many memories are tied to. Black top roads, hot sand, the salty Atlantic Ocean. My grandmother's lemonade, fresh seafood, the farmers market on Ocean Drive. Falling asleep to the soft sounds of waves, the creaks from the rickety ceiling fan, and wind chimes in the back yard.
No matter how much older I get, I vividly remember my childhood at the beach house. No real worries in the world except a high tide and sunburnt shoulders.
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| Breakfast at Nora's table. |
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| Oceanside Farmers Market |
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| There's a good looking guy. |
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| Hanging Big Lowell's new air plant and teaching him how to use an iPhone |
