Wristbands, chili dogs, boardwalk splinters, cherries, flying umbrellas, speedos, small airplanes.
When you take 1000 photos of seagulls and the light is no goood, you draw them and make 'em dance.
One of those good, good weekends.
A homemade Haitian feast is more than enough to make my day, but last Saturday was sweet, above all, because we got to celebrate Johanne and Patrick. Our former, fellow East-Coasters-in-the-Bay got hitched in Barbados last April, so Johanne's mom hosted a get-together in Philadelphia last weekend for those of us who couldn't make it. Even the sky was tickled.
Above is the postcard invitation that I designed for the party.
It's inevitable, the nights become longer and a tad brisk and you realize that you're not in California anymore, honey, and that New Jersey summer is short and sweet.
I'm not gonna lie, I take transitions hard, as well as the unknown. But every time I've been in this place, it's because something bigger is in the works. Now, we put the time in and trust. It'll work out.