Sometimes I think it’s silly to use up Matt’s precious vacation time going home for a two week trip. Then I get there and see all the people we miss while we’re living 5,000 miles away and I remember why it’s important to come home occasionally.
We spent two weeks in the U.S. – we started off in MD, visited our friends in VA, made a quick stop in PA, spent one night in NY, and then finished up the trip with a few days in MA. I called it our East Coast Tour and it was a bit of a whirlwind, but it was full of fun.
We saw family and friends, enjoyed some real summer heat, swam in the pool at Matt’s parents’, watched a baseball game, had rooftop dinner and a movie in NYC, kayaked at my parents’ lake house, played with the puppy, went to my faux 20-yr high school reunion (the real one happened in the fall), and saw all the cousins.
So. Many. Cousins.
It was so nice to travel somewhere familiar. I wasn’t expecting that, but it was true.
We didn’t have to look for directions or restaurant recommendations. We just went to the places we know and miss and love and loved them all the more for having missed them.
It’s funny how much you realize you love a place when you haven’t seen it in a while.
It was good to go home.