We headed south for the holidays and are mesmerized by the wide sandy beaches and sparkling turquoise waters on the shore of Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Our hotel offers every indulgence possible, but we are living a double-life, masquerading amidst the rich and famous. At this moment, I long for the simplicity we found this summer in the Black Hills of South Dakota.
I stopped blogging after our summer trip, but I miss it, so I am starting again. It doesn't matter if no one reads it -- I'm doing it for myself. Because I am still looking east. At Northwestern, where Charlotte is, and Middlebury, where Hannah will be in the fall, and New York and D.C. and Boston, where I lived until I was 25. Some days, I wish I were 25 again, but most days not.