humph.

My parents left me here alone and went to our house in nantucket to set it up for the summer. I could have gone, and I'm kicking myself now for not doing so. It's probably my favorite place ever.
I was looking at pictures from last year(masochism at it's finest), and realized the best part about nantucket is fishing at night. Not because I like fishing (because I think it's shitty), but because it's pretty, and my mom and I just end up looking for sea shells.
To give you a taste of the pain I'm feeling now, here is a taste of the wonder:

the best.