Tonight’s packing job was nothing short of ridiculous.
I leave first thing tomorrow morning to spend a week at my cottage. For a while, I went up for a week by myself every summer. Those weeks felt so sacred. Falling asleep to the sound of soft rolling waves coming in from the Bay; days spent dreaming, reading and writing;waking early to see the sun rise over the water… But then I started traveling and working every summer, and getting up to the Bay became nearly impossible. It’s been several years since I’ve had a solo week there. Until now…
Truth be told, it won’t be entirely solo. A few friends are stopping in for a day here and there, and that too will be wonderful. But, to get back to my original point, packing tonight was ridiculous. Ri-Dic-U-Lous.
You see, I tend to be fairly ambitious in the things I hope to get done while at the cottage, and with a whole week ahead of me, I want to be prepared with supplies when the muse hits. So along with the typical clothes and bathing suit, I’ve packed markers, crayons, scissors, glue sticks, magazines, books, pads of paper of all sizes, a small sewing kit, the materials for a rag rug, various DIY books, … the list goes on. Needless to say, while I’m not planning on having regular internet access for the next week, I will certainly be crafting away and have lots to post upon my return. (I pulled 2 projects for the week … a rag rug and a home-made board game. Stay tuned!)
The other exciting part of this trip is that at the end of the week, I get to see my nieces and nephew. For the past eight years, my brother’s family has lived in the UK. Last year, I spent a year living with them, seeing life through the eyes of a 5 and 7-year-old, and learning how to love unconditionally. When I came back to Canada in January, the one comfort in leaving them behind was knowing that they were moving back to Canada in the summer. And now, miraculously, the summer is here.
So in seven short days, after a week of creativity and quiet contemplation, my life will once again be filled with the wonders of Fynn, Nina and Gabrielle. It’s pretty much a dream come true.
On that note, I have more absurd packing to do, so I will say farewell for a few days. Here’s to week’s of creativity, solitude and family.