It’s taken me a while to realize that some of the best places I’ve ever stepped foot are the ones that are literally and figuratively closest to home.
I’m a New England girl. I grew up outside of Boston, spent my entire summers on our family boat on lakes in New Hampshire’s Lakes Region, and I spent a year at college in Maine. When I come back I’m immediately reminded of it’s charm.
Newburyport is a special place for our family. Just it’s name recalls memories of summer night concerts, fried seafood from the Starboard Galley, and our celebratory cruise the weekend before I left for my freshman year of college.
Although it’s winter self is a drastic version of it’s summer persona it’s worth the chilly visit. The catch isn’t as fresh and the stores aren’t packed. The boats are all lined up like soldiers instead of floating in the water, and snow fills the streets.
But it’s just as charming. And it’s just as special.