Nantucket and I are currently going through a bad break up. Every night, my heart aches with separation. I’ve tried cartons of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey, but I just end up longing for Juice Bar. Nantucket cheated on me with a younger, seasonal crew. Now I spend night after night losing sleep, stalking it on social media, watching from afar. I’ll never be over the pain, but I’m ready for my next Nantucket fling.
For many of us, including myself nowadays, summers can no longer be dedicated to Nantucket. Heck, not even every weekend can be a Nantucket weekend. Apparently, there are only so many vacation days you can ask for. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t considered becoming a teacher just for the summer off.
Until I can happily retire, nestled in a sizable ‘Sconset cottage with my two labs named Salt and Pepper, I have learned to divide and compromise my weekend visits. Check out my Lucky 7 Tips for Summerers turned Visitors – see you Friday old friend.