IN THE SPRING of 2010, I moved into a small beach house on Masury Point. Built in the 1950s, the house belonged to the Achtner family who used it in the summer to escape life up Island. Flanked on one side by Forge River, and by Senix Creek on the other, the point is a peninsula, a finger-like stretch that juts into Moriches Bay. There are many areas like this in the Moriches, long, wooded roads that break open to massive skies overlooking the water. I didn't know it at the time, but 4 Seaview was going to alter the course of my life. I had moved 10 times in the 10 years since leaving East Moriches for college. If you'd asked me then if I'd ever find myself back home, the answer would have assuredly been, no. But as fate would have it, a craigslist ad led me to neighboring 6 Seaview, a limited winter rental that would run from Labor Day through Memorial Day. It seemed like a great opportunity to live on the water, despite having to pack again in 9 months.
Admittedly, I loved my nomadic lifestyle. It allowed me to experience different spaces, explore new places, and find new work opportunities--something I welcomed considering I still didn't know what I wanted to "do" for a "living". As days turned into weeks, however, I could feel my grip tighten. I was 28 and without knowing it, trading late nights and cold beers, for early mornings and hot coffee. The promise of daybreak over the horizon was comforting and felt like something I could be sure of. It was inspiring, and a feeling I didn't want to let go of. It rooted me, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't want to leave.
I spent that winter chronicling my life, taking inventory of all the pictures, notes, and keepsakes I'd dragged with me from home to home. I put everything in chronological order, pairing ticket stubs to playbills, report cards to class pictures. It led me to dive deeper into my family's history, and start work on my chapter of "The Dolber Years," a film my grandfather made in the 1980's chronicling the early years of his family.
The nature of my jewelry making changed too. I learned to work in fine silver which opened a new way of seeing.