There have been a lot of changes and goodbyes this summer. Today I found out that my grandparents' cottage, my favourite place in the whole world, was sold. It might not seem like a big deal, but it is to me. In the middle of all our moves and changing times, it was the only place that was a constant. I've been going there since I was an infant. My dad's been going since he was a teen. My parents buried a time capsule. My cousin and I did, too. We tried to dig them up, but couldn't find them. Now some other family might find them.
I caught my first fish there. I witnessed my first hail storm there. I went on the inner tube, learned about leeches getting stuck on my foot, flew a kite, picked berries, played old board games on rainy days...it's where I felt safe and happiest. Knowing that I won't ever see it again breaks my heart.
This is a really short post, I know. But I really just wanted to get these words out there.
Goodbye, Solitude, Tranquility, Shalom, and you dreaded outhouses, goodbye big rock, deck, tiny kitchen, pump water. You will forever be my favourite place.
Love,
