a new day

As some of your may have heard. I sneaked my way back into Massachusetts on Saturday night. I loved my summer in Idaho and hope to visit again one of these days, but New England was beckoning. I've been on the move for years hoping to find a place to call home. Finishing college had made that difficult. I would live in Boston for the school year and back to Florida for the summers, constantly packing up my belongings and on the go. Then when my parents moved to Philly, I really felt like I had lost my center, the place I called home. I've literally felt homeless for three years at least. When my plane started to close in on Boston Saturday night, I felt it. It felt like home. It didn't matter if I was still living out of a suitcase or still didn't have a home for my beloved books. I was at home in New England. My eyes started watering as I saw the city lights, and my heart swelled at the chaotic view below me. I love the crazy accents and moody weather. I had missed the aggressive driving and the lack of proper street signage.

My parents moved to this small town in northern Massachusetts called Groveland. The house they rented is on a farm full of animals. At first I was hesitant of being so far away from Boston and my friends and the area I knew best, but on Sunday morning I woke up to the sounds of horses outside my window. I went to the kitchen and out onto the back deck and saw the most beautiful view. I knew I would have to stay as long as possible, ha. Then of course you factor in the beginning of sweatshirt weather and changing of leaves and its near perfection. It's the perfect location to finish my book. (forgive the quality of my cell phone pic ha)



I'm loving life on the farm. I'm slowly meeting all the animals. Mr. Big, Ziva, Matilda, Swifty and Pete are the horses. I only know Randy the donkey, but there are two more. Then there are several dogs. I've met Duke. He's like a hound dog or something similar. Almost knocked me over he's so friendly and loves to give kisses. Then there was Molly the mule, may she rest in peace. It was a sad day the other day because they had to put her down. She was lame and was in so much pain. It was hard watching the other animals as they seemingly grieved the loss of their friend.

My dad took me to the beach on his day off. It was so good to see the beach and be near it again. There is something healing about the sea air and sounds of the ocean. I could sit atop those rocks all day and marvel at all the wonders of God and His creation. And lets not talk about the smell of fried fish and fritters as you drive by! Yummm! I can't wait to have some good seafood. I'm thinking lobstah!


So its a new day, a new start, a new home in New England.