I've been gone, and when I was gone I was in Nantucket, seeing some of my high school friends who have a house up there. We've made a bit of a tradition of visiting these friends at the end of the summer, and I'm glad it's something I had the chance to do.
Getting out of work was nice too.
Nantucket always brings out my inner prep like a boss. Suddenly, upon boarding the little tiny plane that hops between Boston and ACK airport, I abandon my typical hipster-vintage-classic-girly look (I did not make that up. Michelle gets full credit for such an in-depth analysis of my style) and decide I will wear only pastels and nautical stripes for the rest of my life.
Which is pretty much fine.