lazy days.

went on a walk to get out of the wind by the beach. i was rocking the hipster style in my skinny jeans, my dad's oversized windbreaker, cool sunglasses and flippy flops. and i was taking pictures. judge me.

my mom joined me on my walk after my invitation. i don't think she understood when i said i was "taking a stroll", i meant i was taking a stroll. i took my time taking pictures of pretty much everything. pictures of rocks, anyone?

i was home for the holiday weekend and i felt compelled to hang out with my mom. she didn't guilt trip me by any means, but i know she missed me. it's kind of strange to think i missed out on some stuff, little things that i won't have privilege to easily as if i were home. like my dad replaced the brakes in the car. not a big thing but i had to be told. nothing interesting but life goes on without me, which is odd to get my mind around. i didn't consider my life to be entirely family oriented. everyone in my immediate family had a separate life i think, but i've got an entirely separate life now. i've got to tell them pieces and they tell me pieces. i know we did that at home but now i feel like we just inherently knew to a point. i hope this makes sense.

anyways.

i always mean to take pictures of my cottage and the surrounding areas, but i am either too comfy on the beach or forget about it. i'm glad i finally got a chance to capture some of the gorgeous views before summer is up.

getting back to the cottage, i realized i didn't have the internet (GUH.), so i edited all day and then i edited some more. excuse if it seems a bit overdone because it probably is. ;)