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[sticky post] I'd Rather Be Here


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Jun. 17th, 2012 01:21 pm (UTC)
Me too! It's beautiful.
Jun. 17th, 2012 03:00 pm (UTC)
When my dad was nine, my grandparents decided to escape the dreadful heat and humidity of faculty housing outside Philadelphia each summer, and invest in their first home, a vacation cabin in the Adirondacks, and that is where I spent all my childhood summers but one. My aunt and my dad own the place now, and most summers I manage to spend a weekend there, and given that, between my dad's moves and my mom's, I'd lived in something like 29 different places before I moved here at the age of 28, this is the one constant in my life, and the one place in this world that is my emotional home.
Jun. 19th, 2012 03:43 am (UTC)
Oh that's beautiful! I can almost feel the wind in my hair :) what a lovely spot.
Jun. 19th, 2012 05:06 pm (UTC)
This is a view I see every day as I take my run when I visit my family's summer place in the Adirondacks. I spent all my childhood summers there, and because I moved some ridiculous number of times between my mom's household and my dad's as I was growing up, this is the constant of my childhood, and the place that truly holds my heart.
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