The Grey Lady

What a month. In the past 30 days I found a new job and left my old one and found a new apartment and prepared to leave my old one. During this craziness, we stole away for a week with my family to my favorite place in the world.

Even on a cloudy day, rounding Brant Point into Nantucket Harbor is my happiest place. My family's ties to the island go back to before WWII when my paternal grandparents were teachers on the island. My aunt and uncle were born there before the family had to leave during the war. My grandparents were lucky enough to return to the island for their retirement and lived there for the rest of their lives.

My grandparents house.

My grandfather was a teacher by trade, but an artist by hobby. More than 30 years after his death, his touch is still visible all over the island. The Nantucket Chamber of Commerce logo, which is displayed in the window of almost every shop and restaurant, is still his drawing and design.

Something charming and haunting about driving or biking around the island looking at the cottages and mansions, is that even the most beautiful bluffs are sprinkled with places like this. Situated on a cliff in Sconset, this house and others like it look now like they are suited only for Boo Radley, but a closer look at the porch with the ocean view, the eaves, the patterned shingles, shows the beautiful attention to detail that someone, some family put into building their dream home so many years ago. Whose memories live on that porch and inside those now blinded windows?

We drove out to Sankaty Head lighthouse for the first time since it was moved from its original foundation, about 100 yards away. Structures built on the perimeter of the island fight a constant battle against erosion, so it's not unusual to hear of homes (or in this case, lighthouses) being moved to the other side of the street seeking shelter from the next big storm. The bluff has been fenced off so visitors can't walk through the dunes to the delicate edge of the bluff, but it's good to see that the Sconset Trust has a good sense of humor about it.

For a girl who has spent so much time in New England, I wasn't that well acquainted with the whole lobster experience until this trip. After a crash course, I think I've got the hang of it.
That was a lie. I just lied to you. I had to get help with every piece and I wound up just eating like three pieces of corn on the cob. Oh well. It's really hard to deal with food that looks at you while you eat it.

With everything else going on this month, the trip now feels like it was a dream. A happy dream we are all hoping to relive as soon as we can.