Left and Leaving IV

The next in my series of farewells is not to person, but a place.

I have been to dozens of cities, states, provinces and countries, but my favourite place in the world isn’t Paris, Galway, London, New York or Montreal. My favourite place in the whole world isn’t very big or very far. Our family cottage is about 25 minutes from my parent’s house. I’ve been going there my whole life, and even before I was born. My mom’s been going up for her entire life, and my grandpa too.

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This chair in the living room of my cottage is my favourite place in the whole world. From that chair I’ve watched spring turn to summer and summer to fall. I’ve cuddled in blankets in the winter, I’ve covered it with water and sand in the summer. I’ve sat and watched storms move across the lake through the window and listened to the steady rhythm of rain on the deck. I’ve watched birds fly from tree to tree, I’ve listened to woodpeckers and grasshopers.

I’ve celebrated almost every birthday and even a few Thanksgivings. I’m told that once, when we were little, we were there for Easter, but I doubt I was allowed to sit in the chair.

In that chair I’ve read some of my favourite books. Ever since I learned to drive, I would escape up to the cottage at the smallest oppurtunity. For the day, for the week, for just a few hours. And I would curl up in the chair and read. All day. I would forget to eat or move at all. I love spending time with family and friends at the cottage, but my best memories are from the times I spent there alone.

It was pouring rain on Saturday, but I opened the sliding doors so I could hear the rain and smell the water. It was cold, I needed two blankets just to keep from shivering. I had a new book to read, and several hours alone. It was the perfect farewell to my favourite place in the world. Not forever. There’s no way I could stay away forever. But for a while, because I won’t be back next summer.

Someday, I’ll take a summer off and live up there, while I write my first novel. Or maybe my second, because that’s probably the only way I’d be able to afford four months of not working. I would love to live up there - it’s perfect, so beautiful and a Starbucks less than ten minutes away.

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4 Comments

  • By Faebala, August 31, 2009 @ 6:18 pm

    This build up of “Left and Leaving” is making me very sad, a) because you’re leaving and b) because I don’t get to say goodbye to you in person. :(

  • By Eleni, August 31, 2009 @ 9:03 pm

    Haha, it wouldn’t be perfect without the nearby Starbucks! It looks like a comfy spot. I wish I had a place like that that I felt so sentimental towards.

  • By *uncorked, September 1, 2009 @ 1:25 pm

    “It was pouring rain on Saturday, but I opened the sliding doors so I could hear the rain and smell the water. It was cold, I needed two blankets just to keep from shivering. I had a new book to read, and several hours alone.”

    THIS IS MY HEAVEN.

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