When The Husband and I were dating -- did I mention we were high school sweethearts? -- lo these many years ago, I LOVED to go to his parents' house. They live at The Lake. Then, when we were were married but living Away, I especially valued our trips home to visit his family. At night, especially in the winter, it is silent. Silent. The stars pop out and peace seeps in to my every pore. In the summer, the trees are all in leaf and the woods crowd around their house. I'm not actually big on swimming, and I can't handle a boat bigger than a canoe, but I love The Lake.
And now, I'm going to live at The Lake. The stars will pop out above MY house. The woods will crowd around MY house. I'll be able to soak up the silence from outside my own house. We'll be near neighbors with my in-laws (whom I love dearly). We'll take a boat ride or a snowmobile ride any time we want. We'll walk in the woods just by leaving our back door.
Jealous? Good. I feel like some childish boasting. I've been feeling sorry for myself lately and there's nothing to lift the spirits like indulging, nay, REVELING in all that is good in your life.
And here are some pictures to back up my shameless pride of place.
I've lived in and visited a lot of beautiful places. But home? I'll take the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains.