Dear Rehoboth, I didn’t expect to like you this much. That’s probably the nicest thing I can say about you. You weren’t some lifelong dream destination. I didn’t spend years pinning pictures of your beaches or lying awake at night whispering, “Someday, Delaware. Someday.” You were simply a beach town. A place to go for a few days. A change of scenery. Somewhere to stick my toes in the sand and temporarily forget that laundry exists. And then I got there. There is something about you that is difficult to explain without sounding like I have been paid by the