going home

I've been so busy chugging crazy juice, composing Negative Nancy posts, and having meltdowns about my life this week that I'd kind of lost sight of what happens tomorrow.

VACATION.


Vacation happens TOMORROW. Where will I be traversing for the next ten or so days? Well it's funny you should ask. I'm actually going home. No, this isn't one of those forced "Staycation" dealios where I just marinate in a combination of synthetic air, couch lines on my skin, and six hours a day of whatever Bravo has to offer me because I'm too poor to leave the house. I'm actually heading North to where I spent every summer as a child, Torch Lake.

makes all other lakes look like mud puddles. sorry other lakes.

Since in my impressionable years, my family spent their time moving around like a band of gypsies, this sunny spot provided a constant. Summer = lake = safety= home? Maybe. Yes.  In fact, as a young girl I would sometimes ask to be excused from class to go to the bathroom and whilst sitting on the loo, I'd close my eyes and pretend like I was actually at our cottage, quickly running in the house to the bathroom,  and when I was done I'd just run back out to the dock and straight off the end until I hit water. I was an overly imaginative child.

So, tomorrow I head back up and I couldn't be happier. It's been a few years and maybe something mystical and magical and life-changing will become clear and I'll all of the sudden know what to do with my life. Or maybe I'll just read a shit-ton of books, catch some sunburn on my shoulders and the tip of my nose, kayak every morning, run some hills, and constantly be stocked with a cocktail during every waking hour. That sounds good enough.

I'll spend tomorrow night in Ann Arbor, picking up my Nan. Saturday morning we will reach the lake and I'll probably lose my breath, feel my heart drop out of my chest, and get all emotional when I catch sight of the brilliant blue.

If that's not home, then I don't know what is.

Cheers to your home, wherever it may be.

XO Sara