Pleasant Manteo
Last weekend my girlfriend and I took a trip down to the beach where my grandparents used to live. We felt that this was justified, even required, as we’ve both been under a lot of stress for quite awhile now. Things have been ever-so-slowly looking up for us the past few weeks so we wanted to celebrate and give ourselves some much needed rest. That’s exactly what we got.
We packed up last Thursday night and left around 13:00 Friday afternoon. This put us down there at about 20:00 which allowed us ample time to enjoy the sounds of the ocean and the opportunity to wade around looking for shells. A wonderful way to wind down after the trip and get ready for bed.
All times are GMT-5 and posted in a 24-hour format purely to annoy anyone who reads this entry. I love you, too.
We spent Saturday driving around and visiting the places I knew, and stuff sure has changed in the past almost-a-decade. It’s kind of heartbreaking to see that the building where I had my first job isn’t even there anymore, but a ton of stuff was almost exactly as I remember it. The Elizabethan Gardens were gorgeous, albeit a bit hot. The nature trail was fun and secluded. We did get mobbed a tribe of mosquitoes, but a helpful staff member saved the day with some bug repellent. Woot. We even went shopping for awhile, then headed home after dinner for some drinks and a movie (Pretty Woman). More time in the ocean and then a long relaxing night of “us” time. Screw you, society!
After spending some more time just soaking up the environment on Sunday (Bodie lighthouse, etc.) we headed home, our heads full of wonderful memories and that wonderfully intoxicating feeling of being with the person you love. It really helped us feel closer and took some of the strain out of our minds, and that’s why we’re going back tonight! We won’t be alone all weekend, but it’ll still be fine.
And because I can’t write anything here without ranting, whoever decided it was a good idea to have a $20 breakfast is fucking insane. And deserves to be shot. With knives. Dull ones.
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Pretty Woman. pfft.