In about three weeks I leave to embark on an east coast mother-daughter vacation of epic proportions. The first part of the trip will begin like my normal adult life: Andrew and I have a friend's wedding to attend in Baltimore. After the Fourth of July, the dynamic will change; my mom, who is a teacher and has summers off, will be flying out to meet me and thus begins two weeks of a mother-daughter adventure unlike any other...
I haven't been to the east coast since I was twelve, and I believe this will be a different experience. For one thing, I'm about a thousand times less awkward. I also have zero agenda for this trip - leaving that to my mom who is a compulsive over-planner / over-researcher when it comes to traveling (something I've grown to really appreciate since I became an adult!). This is not to say I don't have expectations or ideals about how things are going to go. When we started talking about this trip, I started fantasizing about strolling along some boardwalk somewhere in preppy white shorts, summery heeled sandals, and colorful tank tops, sporting a glorious tan. My mom and I would be sipping diet pepsis through straws and snapping pictures of ourselves with beach-scapes in the background. I have no idea if this will actually happen, but I'll be dressed for it and today I am taking one of these summer outfits out for a spin, just for fun.
