You know those places that you live near and always mean to visit but just never do? I have a bunch of those places. However, I am working through a list I have. A couple of summers ago, I finally visited Mt. Washington after years of thinking about doing it. Since I started traveling, I have realized the value of discovering the places in your backyard. I have through the years heard many people say to me that I have visited more places than they have and they have lived in that place their entire life. I only have a finite amount of time in each place, so I need to make the most of the time that I do have.
I have become somewhat complacent as my assignments have grown longer. I used to spend no more than 13 weeks in one spot, but as I get more established in my career, I am extending longer. Which means, I am falling back into the mindset that a lot of us have, “It will always be there.” You would think that the fact of me being surrounded by death constantly at work and more recently, a lot in my personal life, I would remember to seize the time allotted to me. So, I am going to try getting back there.
Last week, I went to two places that I have wanted to visit for years. It was just an overnight trip, but a good start. I spent one day in Salem, MA learning all about the witch trials and the history associated with that. I find history fascinating. Yes, I am a proud nerd; who cares? The world around us is filled with signs of the past that are there to learn from. I went to 3 different museums, a ghost tour, one cemetery, a memorial to those who were executed, the witch house and stood in front of the “Bewitched” statue. I wandered all around that town and loved every minutes of it. Certainly, I need to go back, but I am happy with what I have seen so far.
The following day, I met up with a friend in Gloucester, MA. Gloucester has always held a fascination for me because of the rich and tragic history of its fishing industry. Not that I want to see anyone perish in the sea, but I do enjoy learning about it. We drove all over the town, saw the big, beautiful houses, the many beaches and the affects of so many maritime storms. The ocean is a strong and willful old lady! The boulders she can scatter, the roads beyond repair and the beaches that have shifted. Lunch was at a restaurant right on the docks, with the freshest seafood of course. I am a Maine girl and I love my seafood. I had my picture taken with the famous fisherman statue; something I have wanted to see for years. It was a beautiful day and I was happy as a clam to just walk along the avenue, take pictures of the ocean, smell the tides and think of home. Many times that day I commented on how Gloucester smells like home-my small island off the coast of Maine.