Andy and I first came to Ogunquit over twelve years ago. It was in September 2000, and we had only known each other for a couple of months. It was our first trip anywhere together, and I had no idea what to expect, or how it would work. History had proven that I did not live well with others, or at least that others did not live well with me. How might that translate to a long weekend in one single room with no escape route, hundreds of miles from home? Well, we know how it turned out, and every year since then we have been returning to this Beautiful Place By The Sea, where the magic and gratefulness I felt on that first trip a dozen years ago come flooding back the moment we step into the sea-scented clime. We’re different now than we were then – how could we not be? – but some small part of who we were remains. It is, I think, the very best part, and we hold onto it, careful to treasure it, careful to hold it closest to our hearts.
