This isn’t really a day because we have to leave. We sprint to the ferry because we have to be
out of the house by 10, then we have our usual hour to wander around Vineyard
Haven, contemplating the purchase of useless souvenirs. It is a glorious day for a ferry ride, thus made
all the more cruel by our departure. We
watch the island all the way back, until the sharp turn at the bell buoy into
Woods Hole, when we can’t see it anymore.
Most of my fears were allayed:
much is the same, and what isn’t, I’m not sure we missed. This is almost our last year to do this with
kids at home – what will happen when Petey goes to college, and what if Izzy
needs more hockey camp? But I’ll worry
about all of that next year. Like, in
February.
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