I dug out some old pictures of Madison, CT this morning, and it made me homesick.
How can you not fall in love with a place that looks like this:
A shot of Tuxis Island from the end of my old street, Island Avenue
A view of the shore along Middle Beach Road
The Big Rock at West Wharf
The Connecticut Shoreline is a mystical place (in fact, there is a Mystic, CT) that I learned to love while in high school. My family picked up and moved after years of Midwest living and settled into this gem of a town on Long Island Sound.
I can still smell the earthy, musty air of low tide.
And I assure you, your taste buds will enjoy few things better than a hot, juicy lobster roll drizzled with drawn butter.
Sure, there are some things about the East Coast I'd love to change.
But the food. The seaside overtones. The natural charm.
It's the kind of thing I wish I could bottle.
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