Home.

When I go back to Chatham I am home again. I am finally myself. No school work or responsibilities to get in the way. Just me, the beach and my family. I wait all year for summer and savor the moments during it. I feel free in Chatham. I feel as though I can do things. I can be independent. I’m hungry? I can bike to town. I’m in the mood to fish? I can call up my friends. Nothing I have to do, only things I want to do. Nothing to get in the way. I remember my first time year on the Cape. Where do you go? they’d say, What is so special about that place? No one else understood. No one understood the smell of Bucks Creek. Or the feeling of the ocean breeze. Or even the feeling of the Cape Cod sand on your feet.

To me, Chatham is so much more than a place. It is a getaway. It is my true home. Stay home one summer! they’d say, Don’t go to Chatham!. What they don’t understand is that was that I am always home during the summer.  

~ Robert O.