I took off work on a Friday. Since I didn't pack the night before, I woke up at 7:30 a.m. and threw clothes into a bag. I waited and waited then took a car to my sister's job and we were on the road. We were traveling to Marshfield, Massachusetts for my sister's wedding shower.
I haven't been to the state in so long, and never went to Marshfield. The cute little, quiet, seaside town was love at first sight. The two bars, once ice cream shop, one tourist shop, and one breakfast place was ideal for me. There was nothing overwhelming, minus the road along the ocean. There wasn't a bad view. It felt like I was on a different planet.
Coming 8 hours from Philadelphia did not feel real. The ocean air hit me over and over. I never got tired of smelling it, and having the salt water dry on my skin. I only spent a weekend and I didn't want it to end. It was just peaceful. I am ready to go back, like tomorrow.