We’re Back on 30A Full-Time!!
There’s a certain softness to the sand here. A kind of hush that settles in as the sun lowers and the sky shifts peach. It’s the kind of quiet you don’t realize you’ve been missing until it wraps around you again. We’re back on 30A.
This isn’t our first season here, but it feels like the beginning of something. Maybe because we traded square footage for salty air. Or because, for the first time in a long while, I’m choosing “close to the beach” over “close to perfect.” I used to think home was about the right house. Now I think it’s about the right kind of light.
The kids are barefoot more than not. They squint into the brightness, hair tangled with sea wind, their laughter louder than ever. I caught them in a moment yesterday—arms wrapped around each other, cheeks pressed, barefoot in the sugar-white sand like it was a stage built just for them. A photo I’ll keep forever. Because what is French-ish living if not finding poetry in the ordinary?
We’re not quite settled. There are boxes still taped shut, emails stacked like waves, and work that refuses to pause just because the beach is close. But I’m learning to let the chaos coexist with the calm. To shut the laptop and say yes to one more hour of sunshine. To pour sparkling water into a wine glass and pretend that counts as a celebration—because it does.
The rhythms are different here. Slower. Kinder. I’m trying to match them. And though the routines are still being rewritten, one thing is certain: we are exactly where we’re meant to be.
À bientôt,
Erica
