Summer has always been a migratory time for my family. Growing up at a boarding school in Connecticut, we would leave our faculty home and head to the outer Cape each summer. My grandfather retired to Truro, MA in the 1950s and we would camp out in his 50s modern home on the Pamet. Summers were freedom. Summers were about catching fireflies and having more bug bites than we could count. Summers were long days on our favorite beach with no sunscreen and a jug of lemonade. Summers were about family. This summer as I prepare my kids to migrate east for my 45th summer on Cape Cod, I feel the same sense of excitement as I did as a child. My children get to experience my childhood, as they are the fourth generation in this unique spot where ocean meets the sky in the most spectacular way. Here we come, full of anticipation and love for a place which embodies summer.