As much as I love the feeling of adventure and exploration, there is something to be said for the immediate comfort of returning to a familiar place full of good memories. Somewhere that makes you feel safe no matter what’s happening outside of that momentary bubble that only exists while you are there. It’s that special bond that keeps me coming back to Martha’s Vineyard year after year.
Having spend many summers going to camp up there with some of my best friends from the lower and middle school years, I always get a bit emotional as the ferry approaches our first sights of the Vineyard coastline.
A few of my friends from those preliminary years (Hey, if you stuck with each other through those awkward middle school years, you’re friends for life as far as I am concerned.) and I went back in late May for some much needed post-sophomore-year stress relief. After a year’s worth of hard work (well, at least for those of us who don’t go to fashion school) there is nothing more luxurious that simple things like late mornings, having your morning (and mid-day and evening…) coffee on the porch, and spending the afternoons wandering aimlessly around the storybook towns with some of your closest friends. Each time I go, I come back feeling a little more renewed.