i just got back from spending the long weekend in northwestern connecticut, where my mom's family has long owned a house that sits on a beautiful lake. it was so fabulous--relaxing, warm, sunny. the weather was forecsated to be mixed but there was one 30 second sprinkle of rain and almost continuous sun all weekend. it is one of my favorite places to go in the world. obsessed though i am with nyc, i absolutely adore spending summer days in the country. when i was younger my mom and sister and i would spend months at a time in connecticut, with my dad joining us on weekends. i got really good at doing handstands in the lake, and we went waterskiing almost every day.
does this make me less of a new yorker? or more of a new yorker? or more of a pretentious, overprivileged new yorker? my friend was protesting that if you go away every summer weekend, you never see people in the city. i'm far from going away every weekend, but...i like spending weekends reading books and tanning in a place where cellphones literally do not work and reliable internet connections cost too much to acquire. it's nice.
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It really was nice. The big drawback to spending time in such a beatific place is that you have to come back and live in the real world. Drat! I left thinking it would be so nice to just stay up there and spend the week.
I think part of me is still up there chilling on the dock, reading pulp fiction novels.
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