The sign of a good vacation?
You cry when it’s over.
(I guess that could be the sign of a really terrible vacation, too…but in my case, the tears were because I just wasn’t ready to come home. Neither was Lucas.)
I’ve talked before about my family’s property in Maine — we’ve had it since before I was born, and it recently passed from my grandparents to my parents, who now call it home. I hated it as a kid — no cable, just board games! no stores, just miles of forest! — but now it’s my absolute favorite place in the world.
(My mom posts pictures every day, and it’s really worth checking out. Head to http://starstrukbymidcoastmaine.wordpress.com/.)
Last year, hugely pregnant, I traveled to my brother’s wedding, right on the lawn (which is also where my parents got married). So it was extra special to come back this year with my 10-month-old.
We spent a day in Portland, walking, eating, drinking, touring breweries and enjoying the cool weather.
Then my parents came and got us for a 2-hour ride north.
Audrey is truly a lucky little girl, because she got to spend the week with:
- me and Lucas
- my parents
- my brother and sister-in-law
- Lucas’ father and step-mother
- Lucas’ grandparents
- Lucas’ uncle
It was a perfect family reunion. There were always hands to hold the baby, someone to take me out on the boat, lobsters to eat and naps to be taken. I wore t-shirts during the day and sat by the fire at night. We hiked, we shopped, we laughed and we bonded.
And then…we had to come home. Don’t get me wrong — I LOVE my job. But I just needed more time with my family, and with my beloved New England. I miss the accents. I miss the weather. I miss the Red Sox.
All good things come to an end, and we’re already planning our next trip. For now, the photos and memories will have to hold me over.
P.S. This is a summer rental property, so if you ever want to take a vacation to beautiful Midcoast Maine, let me know — we have a big house, it’s pet-friendly and very reasonable!