My husband and I live in a little beach town down in the southern part of the OBX. On saturdays, the majority of our "neighbors" pack their stuff up and leave for their real homes. On sundays, the new batch of out-of-towners rolls in.
This week was a little different. Saturday came and all the driveways were filled with vehicles and suitcases and small children. Sunday morning came...along with very empty houses. From what I have seen we got maybe two new weekly tenants, and it looks like there might be about 5 apartments that are actually uses as homes and not short-term rentals. It feels deserted. It's quiet. Almost too quiet. Winter is coming.
But first, fall.
I'm a New Englander, born and raised, and fall has always been my favorite. The colors, the smells, the hearty foods! I love it! But I a going through a bit of a withdrawal being down here. The closest DD or SBUX to little old Buxton is a 45+minute drive, so a regular flow of PSL's or whatever cozy fall beverage, or just my usual cuppa joe that completes the ritual called coffeeshop, is terribly far and few between...
There's quite a lack of foliage, too...the most orange and red I have seen have been some little bunches of identified flowers that grow all over the sand dunes that line N12.
At the moment the temperature is a little cooler than when I first arrived 3 weeks ago, but this week's forecast has simply called for torrential downpour, while maintaining the high humidity. By this time in the month, back home, it would be in the 70's during the day and 40-50's at night. Crisp, cool, colorful. Sigh...I'm a little homesick, but for now I'll just look at PSL copycat recipe's on pintrest, and gawk at the beautiful photos of new england that my brother takes, which you can also ENJOY, and cuddle with our new family additions.
Two days ago my husband and I ventured up to Nags Head for an excursion to get out of the house, which lead us to the local SPCA. When I left New England to move down with my husband at this duty station, I also left my house full of family and fluffy animals. Now that it's just the two of us it is just too quiet, and desperately lacking fuzzy, cuddly cuties. I had dreams of coming home with a puppy as I am more of a dog person typically. My husband enjoys dogs, but he absolutely melts into a big-hearted goofball when he has a cat to love. When all was said and done we made the hour drive home with two 5week old kittens in tow. Brother's from the same litter, they are so cute and so active, and I can't help but kiss them and love them and laugh as their mischief causes all sorts of silliness. My fuzzy, cuddle void has been filled, and they are bringing out maternal instincts. They are a fabulous addition to our little family, I can't wait to see how we continue to grow. <3
This week was a little different. Saturday came and all the driveways were filled with vehicles and suitcases and small children. Sunday morning came...along with very empty houses. From what I have seen we got maybe two new weekly tenants, and it looks like there might be about 5 apartments that are actually uses as homes and not short-term rentals. It feels deserted. It's quiet. Almost too quiet. Winter is coming.
But first, fall.
I'm a New Englander, born and raised, and fall has always been my favorite. The colors, the smells, the hearty foods! I love it! But I a going through a bit of a withdrawal being down here. The closest DD or SBUX to little old Buxton is a 45+minute drive, so a regular flow of PSL's or whatever cozy fall beverage, or just my usual cuppa joe that completes the ritual called coffeeshop, is terribly far and few between...
There's quite a lack of foliage, too...the most orange and red I have seen have been some little bunches of identified flowers that grow all over the sand dunes that line N12.
At the moment the temperature is a little cooler than when I first arrived 3 weeks ago, but this week's forecast has simply called for torrential downpour, while maintaining the high humidity. By this time in the month, back home, it would be in the 70's during the day and 40-50's at night. Crisp, cool, colorful. Sigh...I'm a little homesick, but for now I'll just look at PSL copycat recipe's on pintrest, and gawk at the beautiful photos of new england that my brother takes, which you can also ENJOY, and cuddle with our new family additions.
Two days ago my husband and I ventured up to Nags Head for an excursion to get out of the house, which lead us to the local SPCA. When I left New England to move down with my husband at this duty station, I also left my house full of family and fluffy animals. Now that it's just the two of us it is just too quiet, and desperately lacking fuzzy, cuddly cuties. I had dreams of coming home with a puppy as I am more of a dog person typically. My husband enjoys dogs, but he absolutely melts into a big-hearted goofball when he has a cat to love. When all was said and done we made the hour drive home with two 5week old kittens in tow. Brother's from the same litter, they are so cute and so active, and I can't help but kiss them and love them and laugh as their mischief causes all sorts of silliness. My fuzzy, cuddle void has been filled, and they are bringing out maternal instincts. They are a fabulous addition to our little family, I can't wait to see how we continue to grow. <3
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| Merry(on my lap) and Pippin. |
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