It is officially less than one month until I hop onto my plane to the UK. Once in a while I actually realize that it is not a dream and get really scared. So bear with me if the next couple weeks are filled with family centered adventures and an overload of emotional mush.
My family went on a two-night getaway to our favorite airbnb cabin in the Appalachian mountains. Let me tell you, there is no sanctuary more comforting than the mountains. No, not even Jason’s Deli can compare, but that’s another story.
It was nice to get into the cabin and explore, but first, WHERE IS THE WIFI? One can only live in the moment for so long. In my little sister’s case… like five minutes.
I got to bunk with three of my sisters. We planned giggling girl sleepovers, but soon realized that the wooden walls amplified every whispered word throughout the entirety of the cabin. So we decided that we’d save sleepovers for another time and just enjoy real rest. The nights were marked by the warmth of safety under thick country quilts with rain beating softly against the roof top and coyotes calling in the distance.
In the mornings I would sneak out extra early and take walks along the country roads.
I found a little ol stone church and got really excited. I REALLY wanted to find a graveyard. Um… yeah, I have a strange obsession with graveyards. There wasn’t one. But there was a neat pedal car trail around the grounds, so I forgave the church anyhow.
I made a hearty Scottish breakfast with pancakes, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes, fried eggs, and fresh fruit. We had to energize ourselves for days of complete rest and mountain exploration.
We spent our days reading books on the front porch, making daisy chains, and exploring the local general store and trails.
For dinner we managed to make a wee little fire and did hot dogs and smores and such. I keep telling myself “this will be the last time I can have smores before I move to Europe, so I have an excuse to go ALL OUT”. Do you know how many times I’ve had smores this past month? I need to stop. Or just move to Europe already.
The evenings were spent singing and playing board games together with generous hot chocolate supplies on hand. We may or may not have divided up every part of One Day More from Les Miserables and sung it together as a family. It was fantastic. We tend to produce potential blackmail material every time we get together. What ever else are family gatherings for?