Perspective is an amazing thing. I recall as a teenager feeling restless and antsy, always dreaming of leaving my small town for the great big world beyond. I eventually did, first to Kentucky for school, then D.C. for work, and now everywhere for life. But now that I’m older, (maybe) wiser and a bit more traveled, I have come to appreciate and enjoy the quaint lifestyle that I took for granted (or worse, scoffed at) as an adolescent. After traveling around the world and back, I can report that people just aren’t that friendly everywhere, sunsets aren’t always the breathtaking masterpieces I grew up seeing along the bay (read pretty much anything I wrote from China for more information), and a plate of fried crab claws isn’t the seafood staple that you’d assume it to be.
Now when I go back to lower Alabama, which is where we were for the past month on R&R, I can see why so many never want to leave. Granted there are still a few things that aren’t really my cup of tea (for instance, the social changes that occur ever so slooooooowly), but having lived in a few places and experienced multiple cultures I realize that many of the things that had me itching to leave all those years ago exist all over the world. Now, with my nuanced, grown-up lenses on, I see that home was a pretty fantastic place after all.
In addition to taking in the sights, seeing family and friends, and eating delicious food, we also contributed our fair share to the American economy, which included the purchase of a dandy new camera. I leave you with photos–taken with said camera–from the Eastern Shore, the quaintest area that I ever took for granted as a kid.