Last day here in the house I grew up in, yet the first time I’ve posted. Today is a day of hunting down special toys that have scattered under couches and behind furniture, filling in luggage tags, and trying not to swelter in the unrelenting heat. Tomorrow we’ll be back in the land of perpetual rain, where my newfound daily uniform of tank tops and shorts will be cast off in favour of less summeresque gear.
We leave behind a sort of daily life I’d like to give myself and my family – a background life of spacious yards and houses…but the yards. Oh. Trees everywhere, swimming pools, lakes and creeks liberally spread around for all to enjoy. Days of exploring our little forest, or evening bonefires, or hills to ride their bikes down again and again. Gravel roads that stretch for miles and rarely do cars go by.
We exchange it for a stronger community of families that choose to live like ours, I guess, and I guess that’s good….but I miss the trees and water already.