You know the old saying “you can never go home again”? Well, I can’t decide if it’s true or not, but when we were planning to travel back to West Palm (where we lived for five years) for the first time since we moved, I was unsure of how to feel. I was excited, of course – but also fairly nervous. How could I not be? After all, Palm Beach was our home for a fair share of our lives – it only makes sense that there would be some element of pressure for us to find it the same perfect place that we used to. But what if we didn’t? We’ve changed, the city has changed – would we love it like we used to? What would it be like now? Would I even still know anyone who lived there? Would it feel completely foreign, or almost like we never left?
Beach, please. I know I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I
like love the beach. Growing up in Jersey, we went down to the shore every Summer (I know, I know, Jersey Shore…#classic), and when I left for college, I ended up picking a school that was, you guessed it – at the beach.
Living in Palm Beach was one of the best decisions I ever ended up making (got a husband out of it, hey!), so when Daniel and I had the chance to go back for the first time in four years for a wedding, I. Was. Pumped. Excited of course to see dear old friends and celebrate a new marriage, but also to return to my favorite former home. And what does a visit to your favorite former home merit? Some ultra Palm Beach outfits, obviously. 😉