A couple weeks ago, Emily, some friends and myself packed into a house for the weekend at Nantasket beach in Hull, MA. I love beaches in the off-season. The beaches are pretty much empty and the only wanderers in the town are locals. The weather is gentle and except for the occasional seagull they’re completely silent. With all of these details combined, it suits the constantly-on-the-edge-of-burnout graduate student quite well and so I took my opportunity to soak up the relaxation.
What I loved about this beach town in particular is that it embodies what our grandparents must picture when they think of the 50′s. It’s a Norman Rockwell painting you can walk through. There’s a centrally-located baseball field, an old-style firehouse, a quaint post office, flags everywhere and toys in the lawn. Love it.