I'm going here on Sunday. I can't tell you what a relief it is to be getting away. My lake. My family. My second home. We have been going to this resort for 35 years. I remember when I was little, my brother and I would plan a minute by minute schedule of what we were going to do when we were there. In my teenage years, I was horrified by the whole spending time with my family thing. When I was in college, it was awesome to get away for a free vacation. When I was drinking? I hated it. Despised it. Loathed it. I had to stay sober for a week. And I was awful. Horrid. Mean. The last thing I wanted to do was spend time with my family.
The first year of sobriety, it was difficult, but okay. The last three years? Awesome. Amazing. Lovely. Heartfelt. And this year? It is exactly what I want to do. It is the respite that I need and want. It is my 95 year old grandma, my 2 year old nephew and all the people in between them that I want in my life. It is joy and hope and laughter and love.
I have had a really hard time this spring and summer. I will admit that, and my blog shows it. I am ready to be with the people I love for a week. Not that I don't love the people in my day to day life, but that's what vacation is about, right? Getting away. New perspectives. Freedom. I need it. I want it. And I think I will heal there. The lake heals me somehow. The familiarity of the location helps. The love I have for the lake helps. Hearing the loons as I go to bed helps. Rest. Rest really helps.