From today, on my hotel bed. Photo soso, but you get the vibe: crystals, shells, silver local artist jewelry, specimens from the ocean.
There is no going back. I mean, yes, of course, to collect my things.
But I guess, once you discover New England, there is no going back /to Wisconsin or whatvs/. I feel at home, I smell Bałtyk Sea here, the time is slooooww which is weird bc there is so much to do. This also means I might live longer. Or feel like it. The only place /currently Portsmouth/ I loooooved scallops. H O M E . Already looking at houses. Soon. Thank you for such a nice welcome! I mean, people let you go first when the traffic… Common ! ⚓️