Three weeks of New England, sure flew by quickly. Being back in Oklahoma is starting to hit me hard. After three weeks of non-stop fun, friends, and family, it’s hard to get back to the daily grind. I think the ending of most trips can be bitter sweet; you’re sad to leave paradise, but you look forward to the comfort and coziness of your own home and bed. And then that feeling slowly fades and you’re ready for the next trip, ha! Story of my life.
I don’t think there was one part of my stay at home that I didn’t enjoy. We had friends and family flying into Maine from all across the country and outside the country, just to celebrate our wedding with us. Not to mention, all the beach days, seafood, drinks by the water, and weekend getaways… What’s there to complain about?
I made sure to make the most out of my last days in Maine, even though I’ll be back in a few months. However, there is just something quite spectacular about summers in Maine. They are like no other (in my opinion), and you really get the best of everything: ocean, beach, fresh seafood, hiking, city life, shopping, and more! If you haven’t been to Maine, you need to go ASAP. A sentence I thought I’d never say, considering I lived there 23 years of my life and couldn’t wait to leave. Then life said: ok Georgia, why don’t we just put you in Oklahoma, next to the cows and send some tumbleweed your way.
My sister and I took a ride down to North Ogunquit beach, which is only about 20 minutes from my hometown. I wanted to get my second to last glimpse of the ocean, for the summer. We came to this beach last summer to watch the sunset and it was absolutely stunning (as all the beach sunsets in Maine are).
For my last weekend in Maine, a few friends had invited me and my husband to a house in Kennebunkport. Our friend’s brother had gotten us the place from a close friend (who owns the house). It was spectacular! We were literally 3 minutes of a walk from the beach. Never in my life had I stayed in a beach house so close to the ocean. It was dreamy as ever.
I think we all felt pretty fancy staying in this mini-mansion. My friend and I woke up the first morning and made our way down to the beach with our coffee in hand and basked in the morning sunlight. The beach was filled with tranquility and the only sounds resonating throughout, were of the waves and seagulls.
After a mouthwatering breakfast, we spent a majority of our day at Parson’s beach, in Kennebunk. I actually hadn’t had a full beach day, laying out, in years… Oh gosh! So this was a Sunday well spent, for sure.