I need a vacation

This is my first summer living in Boston; my first summer working at a "grown-up" job instead of a summer camp. I honestly never thought I'd miss NH so much. I want to swim. I want to lay in the grass. I want to see the stars. The city is hot. The cement is blistering. The air is thick and hazy, and the everyone is sweaty and on edge. I need to get out. I need a vacation.

A few months ago my mom broke the news to me that we wouldn't be going to Quebec like we had originally planned. At the time I was heartbroken. I haven't been to Quebec, or as my brother and I affectionately refer to it, the "Motherland", since I was a freshman in high school.  Instead, we're going to Maine. Yup, Vacationland. Sounds like a bit of a down-grade huh? I thought so too, until a few weeks ago.

I never realized how stuffy I would find the city to be in the heat of the summer. I welcome the coming week in Kennebunkport. It will nice to be a tad closer to Nature. I can't wait to rent a bike, to go kayaking for a day, to finally eat some delicious seafood. You can bet I'll have a thick layer of SPF and bugspray to protect me from too much Nature though.