Fire Island

Fire Island. Quite the magical place, really. If you looked up the definition of a cute, east coast beach town, you'd find a picture of this place there. My roommate Michelle was kind enough to invite me along with her and some friends today, and it was incredible!

Where do I begin to describe it all? The weather was perfect...sunny but not hot or humid. Miracle! Quite the jaunt from our upper west side abode (3 hours from doorstep to sandy beach), but it was worth every second.

As my first experience in the Atlantic, this surely did not disappoint. The sand was smooth and soft, and the water--while at first FREEZING--was quite welcoming. I'd love to see what this place looks like in the winter with all of the snow it gets.

One of the best parts about this island has to be it's lack of cars though! There aren't any cars on the entire (tiny) island. Everyone gets around with bicycles and wagons. So charming. There aren't any streets, only widened sidewalks everywhere! And oh the houses. The houses are absolutely beautiful...so much character. I've decided I will at some point in my life need to rent out a summer home here.

Such a well-needed, relaxing day. Fire Island, you stole my heart.