If I lived on a different coast I would have been a different kind of a writer; maybe the same ocean, coastline changing but I am a Maine girl down deep in my core. These were my thoughts this morning when I woke at 7am to walk the coast, to say goodbye to my ocean. I thought: I crave this loneliness because I was born into a lonely world.

It all made sense, those dimensions of Teresa which seldom make sense. I was taught to follow the long thin roads of crabs in the sand, to look for air bubbles of clams. I am lonely because I choose it, because it was my first milk.

The trip was filled with so many things: my baby brother getting married, a room full of relatives I hadn’t seen in over twenty years, lobsters, the girls in my old tree house, the forest of my childhood, fossil hunting, free sushi and a whole day yesterday with nothing but beach…not family, not friends just the beach and my girls.

I will post more when I can. I took many photos for you…