WHAT A WILD WEEK- to say the least. If only I knew where to begin… First off, this trip has been a long time coming. I’ve hyped the New England experience to Ren since I met her in 2012. Now, four years later, it was finally happening. As the trip came closer I began to question my words. Worried that I raised the bar too high. Visions of let down and disappointment poked around my mind- but as soon as I expressed these concerns to Ren, she helped me screw my head back on. She told me she wasn’t coming with an itinerary or a checklist of certain things to experience. She was coming for experience, period. This was obvious in her attitude within minutes of picking her up for the airport. My nerves eased immediately and I settled into the familiar comfort that came from being reunited with my partner-in-crime (but seriously, various rules were broken).
We spent the week acting on impulse, doing the things we do here in the Ocean State. Sneaking into private beaches, fishing one-pounders in the bay to fishing forty-pounders in the ocean, swimming through saltwater, berry picking, filming and photographing, walking to bars, exploring my old stomping grounds, and a tiny bit of relaxing. We spent more time traveling by bike, foot, and boat than we did by car. The only time we weren’t moving around was when we were eating. Refueling our energy reserves with my dad’s seemingly endless home-cooked meals, with the majority of the ingredients coming from his fishing boat or my mom’s garden. “Eat more to do more,” was the motto of the week.
Ren’s enthusiasm and appreciation pulsed so strongly from her. This came not only through her words but through her demeanor as well. She held a strong curiosity and attentiveness. Her eyes remained wide with fascination, even throughout the seemingly mundane moments of the week.
I think we are all probably guilty of taking our homes (especially if it’s the place we grew up) for granted. Ren’s visit shined a new, or perhaps renewed, light on my situation- a solid reminder of the fortune that is living in Rhode Island.