monday.morning.in.wherever

this weekend i shot a beautiful wedding in Camden, very close to my hometown, and i always find it so tough to get back into the rhythm of living in Rumford….being so far away from family, life long friends, and of course….the ocean. Rumford is close to a plethora of beauty all it’s own but after 6 years i still feel a bit like a puzzle piece that wasn’t meant to go in the box with the others.  i think when you grow up next to the ocean it just sticks with you…maybe it isn’t even the ocean….maybe home haunts and comforts us all.

anyway…i was considering whining about the fact that i miss it so much this morning. in my own dreaminess i had actually formed the idea that i would be waking up in my childhood bedroom on Sunset Street…you know how you do that sometimes?  and my first thought was getting my bike and going to the rope swing tied to an old elm tree looking over the harbor.  (by the way, my dad sold my childhood home several years ago, my bike is long since gone and honestly, i never really rode it that much anyway, and so is the rope swing and the tree…someone cut it down to build a ridiculous house.)

i was going to whine.

but, shuffling sleepily into the living room i see my two girls sitting on the couch, matching Sea Dog t-shirts on, watching Loony Toons, and eating cereal, and looking…..well…..at home.

i didn’t whine. i didn’t even want to. not even a little.

i fit here. this place called….wherever they are in the morning.