I promise I'm not running away.

Oh, east coast. I'm glad we're in love. I'll always be a Michigan girl...but why couldn't it have been closer to the Atlantic? Everything about this place makes me happy: the hills, the water, the salt in the air, the roadside ice cream stands, the pace of every long day. Of course, we come here for vacation so the pace perhaps is a result of that. But even for normal working people I have to assume it's more relaxed than, say, D.C. How else would you have time to scour produce stands for the perfect tomato every day? 

One of my favorite things about this place is how little goes into the recipe for contentment. Good company seems to be the only necessity. These are just bonuses:

 

Hot hot pink nail polish on my toes...and maybe on my fingers too after tonight. It's so bright that it offends Gracie, but it makes me look less pasty so I'm a fan. And hot pink = vacation.

 

This is a wishlist item, actually. I didn't make time to get a new Panama before this trip, and it would help manage the curl party that's happening on my head right now. Next time!

 And while we're talking about things for the future, how about a perfect cottage on the beach that's mostly windows? I can't think of anything better.