I’ve tried hard to think of our favorite memory of Seabrook, but after some time I realized that my inability to pinpoint just one is the very appeal of Seabrook itself. The magical thing about Seabrook is that EVERY memory is a positive one, cast in golden light (even when the weather is stormy outside!) and soft around the edges, so that your memory of it becomes not just one memory but a slide-show montage of them, accompanied by sounds of laughter and the ocean and your children’s shrieks of joy. It is a vacation devoid of the stress of everyday life, a true getaway in movie-style perfection that is near impossible to find anywhere else. I remember early morning runs along a fog-filled beach—the closest I have ever come to running through clouds. I remember sand castles, forts, and chasing waves; great food, good wine, delightful shops to wander through, and a sweets-filled candy shop (with the most amazing ice cream flavors!); I remember hikes through the forest with my children, as they screamed with glee at the magic they were sure existed amidst the many gnome villages; I remember board games at the dining room table, fires at night, homes that felt like I was living in a magazine. Most of all I remember how it made me feel. Everyone there is kind and so welcoming—we made friends with our neighbors—I felt at peace in a way that left me restored. And THAT is my strongest memory of Seabrook: the feeling of peace and restoration that only a place by the sea can bring.
