i took a few photos of the beach house we stayed in several weeks ago and it was entirely as charming as you'd expect. and of course by charming i mostly mean that it smelled like my grandma's house and grandaddy longlegs were hanging out in the corners. what's the proper name for those bugs?
except for the few muffled conversations of families walking past the screen door, the house was surrounded by pure silence.
squeaky screen doors that only need a dash of wd-40, but why bother?
no sirens, no garbage trucks, no street sweepers. just me and the longlegs and the hamptons. as with any trip to the country, i am equally excited to escape the city as i am to return to it.