I have lived in at least a dozen places in my life. The only
place that has been home for my entire life is our family summer house in
Southold, NY. It was built in 1937 when my Dad was a baby. Every summer for his
whole life he has returned there. Almost every summer of my life I have been
there too. There is nothing like the feeling of turning into that last dirt
road and knowing in moments you will be home!
Home to
sound of the waves and the wind and the doves cooing in the morning and the crickets
chirping at night.
Home to
the smell of the sea, sunscreen, and old wool army blankets and antique
furniture.
Home to
the same mantel clock, the same view across the bay, & the same old chair
by the window.
Home with
family… coffee and reading on the lawn in AM, playing on the beach all day,
Hearts on the porch in the evening.
Good food, good times, good memories.
HOME
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