The same sun since I was a baby sets once again on this Island I love so much.

The dusk sky, which looks like a painting at the moment, is always a beautiful (but not so welcomed) reminder that our trip is almost over.

This year felt like the most meaningful LBI trip in my life so far. The odds were stacked against my family and me that we would even make it here. In January, I wouldn’t have second-guessed that we’d be here, but then, as a friend of mine says, “the world exploded.”

There’s so much to hate about 2020. There’s so much to complain about in 2020.