It hurts, my friends

What hurts, you ask? Mainly, that I have passed 32 years on this earth without visiting Nantucket until now. What exactly have I been doing, I ask myself?

So, it is the cutest, most pristine, precious island ever. Not cutesy, mind you, just beautiful in its wild landscape and simple but perfect houses. I am obsessed. We rented bikes one day and had delicious food every day. We stayed at the lovely Jared Coffin House and our room had the loveliest, most romantic pale green wallpaper (pictured). I never wanted to check out.

You should go. Now.

P.S. Yellow door!!!