Maine, Part 1

Oh how I miss New England. The pretty houses close together by the shore, and further and further apart as you wind your way inland, narrow roads canopied by pines, groaning beneath the weight of ice and snow (during this particular trip home at least), and icy, salty shores. While the entire region has my heart, if ever there was a place where I feel most at home and like myself, it's Maine. When I was younger, I dreamed of the day I'd escape for the bigger and brighter, now, I dream of the day I can go back. In a way, it’s less painful to live in the city, where major changes aren’t quite as apparent -- a building bulldozed here and there can’t compare to the scars left behind on a new clear-cut portion of land, previously lush with trees -- but the distance and knowledge of change makes me miss it no less.

While I have a feeling it will be awhile until we find ourselves permanently back in New England, a trip home for the holidays was exactly what I needed to come down off the past two crazy months. I can't believe it's been a year since I was last home, far too long. We were lucky enough to get a few storms while staying at my mom's, the perfect excuse to stay in and watch The Sound of Music parked in front of the woodstove. Ten days home also meant ten days to cuddle the heck out of our other kitty, Zeb, who's been staying at my mom's since last Christmas. Oh I missed him! He's been having a grand time of being an indoor/outdoor cat and terrorizing the local bird and chipmunk population.

I made a point of taking a ton of pictures while home, not difficult to do in such a beautiful place. I'll be sharing more next week!

What I wore, 6th picture down: Hat: Tamworth Lyceum, Scarf: KVT knits, Coat: ModCloth (last year)
What I wore, 9th picture down: Sweatshirt c/o Aeropostale, pants: J.Crew