Year 3, Day 181: Return from the Vineyard

"When you find the place that your heart belongs, you'll never leave" - Written in Your Heart, Babie in the Princess and the Pauper

Today reminded med of Courtney telling me 'the germans are coming'. It was his way of saying 'hurry up, there's no time to dawdle." Emily and I made our ferry for 11:00am, which for most parents is eons of time, but as our kids have been getting up at 9 and we were supposed to be there at 10:00AM and it was in Vineyard Haven, not Oak Bluffs, we thought we'd be pressed for time. Additionally, when you're trying to get out of a rental house after a week, there a lot of nooks and crannies to un-inhabit. Forget just getting your stuff out; you have to leave the place better than you found it. Plus, feed and round up your kids. That's a lot to do in about an hour. We made it with seconds to spare.

Breakfast
Kashi (plus some Annie's Honey Bunnies and 2 Min-Wheats)
heritage flakes
strawberries
blueberries
banana
unsweetened soy milk
coffee

EN Rote to Ferry
A Few bites of Emily's Peanut Butter Bread
a bite of a chocolate croissant, a bite of a chocolate donut

Ride Home/Lunch
3 Sticks Beef Jerky
2 Roll Mops Roast Beef, Cheese & Mustard
2 Cheese Sticks
1 Bite of Zucchini Bread

Snackz
Almonds, Almonds, Almonds
1 Jazz Apple (Split with Ruby)

Dinner
Steak Tips
1 Ear of Corn
Salad with Feta

Dessert
1/2 CHocolate Peanut Butter Thing (purchased from Chocklit shop on Island)

One of the first times in recorded history of me and Emily, and our nascent family that we ever returned from a trip and felt kind of sorry about having to be home. The music ("High School Musical 2" and "Princess and the Pauper") the nearly perfect (though not hot weather); the company (my family and her family) and the fact that I kicked my laptop to the curb meant that we really, honestly had a relaxing vacation. And even though we still had a few days to ourselves before it all started again, we could all already tell, without saying anything, that we missed our second home on Martha's Vineyard. We still wanted to be there, where no one called us, no cars ever drove by (unless it was the Garbage Man trying to avoid picking up the garbage) and the calming ocean was everywhere. I guess there's always next year...