.the end of a vacation

These are my summer shoes. 

Birkentocks which have been turned a thousand shades of mud slip, dog bite, and beer splash - the sole of which has been worn and rounded so much that they roll under my feet when I walk.

Gross, I know. But mainly they remind me of the place where I accumulated most of those stains - my cottage. It is the only place that has truly felt like home to me since I was born despite the divorces, moving and other shit that’s happened over the years. I could never even dream of selling one of the most beautiful places in the world, and I will always return to it with my heart. It never ceases to instill the same level of calm in me, and for that reason it is the place where I feel closest to the world.  

Early tomorrow I’ll be heading up there for the first time this year with my dad, brother, and dog. Sorry for being so sappy, but I’m ridiculously excited!!