I’ll be away for a few days… I’ll be in Michigan
It’s only appropriate that my imagination would run away from when thinking about the cottage. My imagination always seemed to be on overdrive during the summer weekends we spent there. Probably because the small black & white TV (invariable with a coat hanger antennae) only picked up two Canadian TV stations, and only if the wind was blowing the right way. I spent my summers reading and swimming and ‘playing pretend’, which is quite a wonderful way to spend your childhood.
In my later years, it was less a land of pretend and somewhat a land of contention. It’s where my separated parents came together to spend time and where I had to get used to spending long periods with my father around. Not always the most fun family dynamic, but the sandy beach and infinite lake seemed to make even dysfunctional family habits tolerable. Our cottage was always the place where I felt most secure, most alive, most balanced. Driving up there, especially in my later years, I could feel my worries melt away. Mile by mile I felt more carefree, more alive, more myself. So, I wonder, Where to go now?