We arrived back in Brooklyn late Sunday in the middle of an insane heat wave. Almost instantly, Will headed to the West Coast for work, and so the boys and I have been unpacking, settling in, adjusting.
It's a little strange to be back. In Maine, everything is timeless. In New York the one constant is change. In just a few weeks new towers have been rising, new stores opening, new faces appearing in the neighborhood. Did I mention it's about 500 degrees here?
The weather has turned a bit moody and we had a windy boat ride across John's Bay with Bo snuggled up under my sweater and Oscar curled up next to me today. Feeling very fortunate to have had such a beautiful summer in blissful Maine (if bracing for the looong drive back tomorrow.)
We are mostly packed now to head south, with a few days left to enjoy the smell of pine trees and the breeze off of the water. I mainly feel ready to leave but it's always bittersweet to say goodbye for a spell.