Home Sweet Vacation Home

It was something that Bianca said when we were returning to the house on the water that we rented for the week in Bath, Maine. "Home Sweet Vacation Home." It was as comfortable as you can get being miles away from home--plenty of rooms, our very own dock, and a wood-burning fireplace (why do I want one of those so badly? the wood is so messy.).

We didn't fill our week up--rather, the highlight of each day was usually where we were going to eat our lobster for dinner that night. (Good thing that clam chowder is big there too; Bianca professes it is her favorite food.) We did go visit a lighthouse one day--you probably know it, it's the lighthouse that appears on Maine's state quarter. And surprisingly enough, there were waves swelling there which were the only waves we saw while we were in Maine that weren't produced from a windy thunderstorm.

We read a lot, slept a lot, picked through the rocky beach a lot, ate a lot a lot of lobster. And it was truly what I think a vacation should be--relaxing.

It's a common thing we do, though, when we visit some place we love: we plot how we're going to eventually move there. We decide how Eric will detach himself from his job (which is really never going to happen), how we're going to sell our house (which in this market, is never going to happen), how Bianca is going to go to a new school and have all new friends and will be able to play on the beach all day long (maybe in the summers, but that's never going to happen). It's okay. We like to dream about it. That's part of the fun of the vacation.

We're back now. At least I can look back on the pictures and remember how relaxed I was. I'm still reading my relaxing book about Cape Cod that lulled me to sleep every time I tried to read it in the cool Maine afternoon sun (the subtle waves on the dock didn't hurt things either).

After writing this, I'm feeling a little sleepy. I think I'll go take a nap now.