Earlier this month we packed our bags and beach chairs and headed down to the coast for a week of vacation. We rented a house with my parents, and my sister and brother in law for a full week and did a whole lot of nothing. It was nothing short of perfect. It was one of those weeks that left me aching for just a few more days of that salt air and ocean breeze, and I certainly wasn't ready to leave to come home.
The house we stayed in had this amazing porch on the ocean side with adirondack rocking chairs and a gorgeous view. Our days typically started and ended on the porch, and when we weren't on the porch, we were on the beach. Morning coffee, afternoon snacks, and late night ice cream were all enjoyed on the porch. In fact, I'm pretty sure we went the whole week and we probably watched less than 30 minutes of television. It was so nice to be outside and unplugged. I took three books with me, and started all three but didn't finish a single one. I was just content watching the world go by. There is something to be said for lazy days, and truly being where you are. Not worrying about what is at home waiting or what is happening in the coming weeks but living right then and there in the midst of it all. The coast does that to me- it has the power to make me forget it all and just breathe a little easier. It was one last sweet week of summer at the coast, and it was exactly what my soul needed.