A week from today I will be traveling back across the country to visit “home”. Even though I have lived in Denver for 6 years I still refer to the house and town that I grew up in as “home” and my bed there as “my bed”. It’s not that I don’t love Denver; it’s just that I can’t bring myself to think that I no longer live in Kennebunk. The day I had to change my license and license plates was a tough one. It was so tough that my Maine license is expired sitting in the back of my wallet.
Trips home are always so relaxing, just being in a place that I know and love more than anywhere. However, at the same time there is a lot to fit into a short period of time. Next weekend is sure to be filled with hours on the boat, walks on the beach (one can be hopeful for a beach day but it is September in Maine!), Bennett’s subs, cocktails at the wharf, a round of golf, dinner at the yacht club, and BBQ’s with family and friends. I’m sure Saturday night we will find some time to sneak to Fed’s, the town bar, and catch up with everyone we grew up with.
One of the biggest highlights of going home is seeing my parents. Of the 72 hours I’ll be home for Jack and Mere will be with me for almost every waking moment. They even come to Fed’s and leave their marks on the dance floor! They make coming home as special as can be. The dinner table at home or at the yacht club will be perpetually interrupted with friends joining and as they pull up chairs my dad will be busy opening a beer for whoever the joiner is. Inevitably on Sunday while my parents drive me back to Boston to Logan Airport I will get teary eyed. When I hug them goodbye my mom will without a doubt remind me “Boops, next time you come back, it will be exactly the same.” While Mere is normally right, she’s been proven time and time again that this is one thing she’s never wrong about. That’s why Kennebunk is and always will be HOME.
Safe Travels to all over the long weekend!
Bailey