Hayden and I do not want to live in the States again right now. We are both ready to be living in New Zealand; in fact, I’m so ready that I jumped the gun and have been doing so for nearly a year now. America is a great country but New Zealand is our home.
That said, if we were, for some reason, forced to live in the USA – if, for example, they decided that they needed to scrap the rules and hire a thirty year old Kiwi woman as their next president – then I would have to demand the capital was moved to New England. I love it up there. Absolutely love it.
Hayden and I headed up to the Cape for a holiday when I was last in the States, just over two weeks ago. We rented an adorable little house in Provincetown, which is a well-known gay party town out on the very tip of Cape Cod.
I am far from a partier but despite that, Provincetown is an absolutely perfect place to stay. There’s an adorable beach with a handful of little boats moored in the bay, and a strip of shops and cafés and restaurants, a highly picturesque library, a stunning lighthouse, and streets absolutely packed with good looking guys, not one of whom could have cared less about my existence. Perfection. It actually reminds me of growing up on the Shore – we didn’t have a Marc by Marc Jacobs store in Torbay, but the bay and boats and guys not noticing me all felt eerily similar.
Hayden and I did pretty much what we always do on holiday: lots of eating, lots of beaching, lots of ice-cream, lots of reading, a little shopping, and lots of wandering, just soaking up the vibe of it all. We, once again, managed to completely avoid paddleboarding. Both of us have wanted to try it for years now, and something always stops it from happening. This time round I fell down a hole between two rocks and damaged my leg in a way that looked much worse than it was. It was bad enough to stop me from paddleboarding, it will leave a scar, and it was ugly enough that a couple of those good looking guys even noticed me briefly, but we think I’m probably going to be all right!
Don’t let the presence of holes put you off, though. Cape Cod is just an absolutely amazing, fantastic part of the world and I can’t wait to go back!
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