Fagawi: a boat race from Hyanis to Nantucket, also know as the weekend most Bostonians take over the beautiful quaint town for the weekend.

This memorial weekend was no accepting. We all took the ferry in the POuRING rain (no I’m not exaggerating) and trucked our way to the house the babes had rented for the weekend.


It was perfect for us for the long weekend (we love being close and have become quite custom to such).

This year was so much more fun than last – despite the weather. I felt like me again. I’m not “back to normal” but with my hair growing back and my face less “moon shaped” I felt much more accepting of myself.
It’s true what they say about confidence making you more attractive. I didn’t care I just enjoyed being with the most important people – my unconditional support system – my friends.

We sat down for lunch on the Cape while waiting for bags to arrive (long story) I said out loud “you know you have an incredible group of friends when there is no one you want / don’t want to sit near” as we all agreed and looked at the menu I truly sat back and was great full for every moment I have with these amazing people.