SeaHeart

We're going home~ <3

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, Jenn and Maddie and I embark on our yearly pilgrimage to the North Shore--Salem, Rockport and Gloucester, Massachusetts. I've been walking on cloud nine all day--my excitement knows no bounds.

For as long as Jenn and I have been together, we have had one deep-seated goal: move to the North Shore. Going there isn't a vacation--it's a home coming. I know every street of Salem, every nook where you can curl up with a book of magic, every boulder along the shores of Gloucester to climb and rest yourself like a mermaid. My heart is singing, home is calling...

I hope your weekend is beautiful~ <3

The Rockport sea, 2008

A wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels,
I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;
I hunger for the sea's edge, the limit of the land,
Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand.

Oh I'll be going, leaving the noises of the street,
To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet;
To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride,
Oh I'l be going, going, until I meet the tide.

And first I'll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls,
The clucking, sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls,
The songs at the capstan at the hooker warping out,
And then the heart of me'll know I'm there or thereabout.

Oh I am sick of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,
For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick;
And I'll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels,
For a wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels.

~ John Masefield

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We're back. I'm heartbroken. I miss it more than I could ever say.