It's Never/ Always Been the Same

DUDE. Vacation is so super nice. I remember reading a post by Kelsey when she was on vacation once and was like "wow that sounds really awesome. I would like to be on one of those" and now I am!

There's something about coming back to this Chatham beach house that just makes me so content and happy it almost physically hurts me. Not often am I able to just sit on the couch with nothing to do and be perfectly relaxed and happy. There's nothing pulling at me (other than AP work but I finished Death of a Salesman this morning so bite me), no pressure to go here or there, no real need to do anything. Oh my god it's awesome.

About an hour and a half ago I opted to take a walk to the beach which is about 2/3 of a mile down the road and chiggity check out the stars RATHER THAN play scrabble with my family.** When I arrived at the beach I observed how erosion had brought the waters nearly three feet from the pavement of the parking lot then walked down the shore to a more spacious area for me to lay undisturbed by other people/police occifer authority figures and where there weren't any street lights or that riffraff.

The beach is all well and good for relaxing in the sun but my favorite time to go is at night when the waves are like pleasant background conversation to the entertainment that is the stationary sky. The longer I sat there, the more my eyes adjusted to the new found darkness the more stars I was able to see. It seems the more I just sat the more things were revealed to me in general. They were laid out in front of me as I laid out in front of them and on my isolated Cape everything was just dandy, without a worry of repercussions. Cool.

**I'm going to reference another one of Kelsey's vacation posts and say that my family went to bed pissed off and tired because of stupid scrabble.. luckily I wasn't a part of it. A few years back it was my New Years Resolution to NOT play scrabble. decided I hated it that year (on the Cape actually) when I was dominating David (who is a better speller than me in the first place) at a rousing game and my Dad thought he would be a great ol' Dad to one of us and play on Dave's team. I lost that game... and Scrabble has never been the same.