I've been visiting Amelia Island every summer since my senior year of high school. That's almost 10 full years of escaping to wickedly beautiful place. I know the Atlantic Ocean gets a lot of flack for being less than magical, and no, the waters aren't crystal clear like the Gulf of Mexico, but the beaches of Fernandina just do it for me in the best way. Maybe it's because I've had so many wonderful girls trips here; maybe because it's not as packed and crowded as more popular, touristy beaches in Florida, or maybe because after years of going it feels so comfortable and familiar. Whatever the reason, it's a place I look forward to visiting every year, and this year was no different. 

I honestly wasn't going to post these pictures, because it they were taken on a gloomy, overcast evening, but then I remembered gloomy days need love too. So here we are, at Red Hare Brewery - not to be confused with Red Brick Brewery. This spot bares a similar name, but the brews boast completely different flavors. 

I went to see Emily King at the Loft in Midtown for my birthday a couple weeks ago. As always, I enjoyed her show. She's developed such a great stage presence over the years, and for anyone who hasn't heard of her, I thoroughly recommend checking out her original EP, East Side Story, on SoundCloud. One of the things she talked about in between songs was the idea of saying goodbye and what that means for her, and right there, mid-track, I caught myself thinking about how hard goodbyes really are for me.

I've been in a reading slump for a few months now. Between house hunting, moving, taking care of my mom, and getting settled into the new place, I've felt out of my bookish element. I've picked up and put down a few but have yet to stick through til the end of a book since the beginning of this year. As I type that out, I can't believe it's been 6+ months since I've had that satisfaction of reading that last word on the last page of a really good novel. 

I sat down to write something here today, and I'm... stumped. There's a plethora of topics I'd like to write about: how saying goodbye is harder for some people more than others, how coming home can mean coming back to the things you once loved but drifted from, how I just want to sit in a corner and read for the duration of this weekend, how this post in response to the recent #blacklivesmatter happenings resonated with me, how it's my birthday and I have absolutely no plans and am satisfyingly okay with that, and the list goes on.

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