Ocean City, Maryland – 9/21/12 – 9/23/12

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it looks beautiful.  It’s been awhile typing something.  The hectic office work is finally slowing down, the papers are getting easier to write for my Master’s class, and autumn is in full swing.  I couldn’t be any happier, but before we say hello to the brown leaves, the cold nights, and the warmth of holding someone near while sharing a warm beverage.  We must say bye to the fireflies, the cries of the ocean, and the boardwalk dreams of summer.

I haven’t been on a real vacation in years, and my total vacation time at work is proof.  I really haven’t taken a vacation because either things have gotten in the way or I never want to go alone.  My friends and I decided that we were going to take a trip to Ocean City, Maryland for the weekend together.  Something the group of us have never done.  All of us together at once can cause damage.  Thankfully this weekend only consisted of someone losing their wallet to the mouth of the ocean, along with my sunglasses, fun and annoying times, and leaving a hotel room trashed.  I am terribly sorry for the maid, just know we tried to clean up, but Styrofoam is hard to clean without a vacuum.

I could go into detail about what happen, but I won’t.  I don’t want to bore you with details.  I will say that since I didn’t drive, I had to cover ground by walking.  Ocean City is like any other beach town.  Restaurants, bars, and the beach.  For the average tourist, this is a perfect match.  For me though, I need something more.  I need history, beauty, and inspiration.  Ocean City had some of these at times, but when you are walking 3 miles to get to a boardwalk and all you see is chain restaurants and the like.  It gets a little disappointing.

I’m not saying Ocean City is a horrible place.  If I had my car, I could’ve seen a lot more, but places like Virginia Beach and Newport Beach are top choices for me.  Having the hotel on the beach was very beneficial.  Seeing the sun rise and being all alone on the beach was a very overwhelming feeling.  It was something I never seen or felt.  The cool ocean air rushing towards you and the rays of the sun warming you at the same time, there is nothing else that can compare to that.

The sunset was the best though.  There was a wedding happening on the beach, and after the ceremony, everyone went in to enjoy drinks and food.  I used the setup as part of my pictures.  The funny part was the workers that were taken down the setup.  The worker asked if I still needed the setup, and I replied that they can take it down.  He wanted to make sure because, in his words, “you are the photographer, I can leave it up for you, it is your art.”  I laughed and said I wasn’t the photographer; I am just someone taking pictures.  Even after it was gone, the sunset didn’t need the accessories or makeup to look beautiful.  She looked beautiful just the way she was.

The next morning, and the last day, was short.  The sun rose, but the clouds were in the way.  At least I got the sunrise the first day.  Afterwards, we said our goodbyes and took our drive back home to Pennsylvania.  The drive home is always the worst.  No matter how fast you go the destination always seems further away.  When I did get home though, I made sure to catch up on my sleep in my own bed.  It is the simple things that matter in life.

Now that the weekend is over, it is back to regular life, but the memories created with my friends will always replay in mind.  Also I got to finally take a good picture of the girl’s name in the sand, but who the girl is, maybe I will find out someday soon.

Hello autumn, haven’t seen you since last year.  Come in and take a seat, stay awhile.

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