It's time for a new installment in the Museum of Me and this month it's…
It’s time for a new exhibit in the Museum of Me and this month we are considering these questions: What is my happy place? Has it changed as I’ve aged?
The answer is quite simple. My happy place is a house on the water. Generally speaking, I’d prefer that water to be the ocean, but I’m not opposed to that water being a lake or large pond. I feel it’s important to point out that I did not say that my happy place is the beach. While I love the beach, I’m happiest being beach adjacent. In other words, give me a deck or a porch with a water view and I’m good.
This has not really changed as I’ve aged, it’s something I’ve loved since I was a child. We had a family vacation on Cape Cod every year and rented a house right on the beach. I loved sitting outside at night with my grandfather and watching the tide go out. My father had a house on the coast of Maine that I visited every summer. I loved nothing more than falling asleep to the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks. One summer we chose to go to New Hampshire instead of Cape Cod and still the house was on the water. I loved sitting on the porch and reading a book with my mother. Many, many of my best childhood memories happened on a vacation by the water.
And now? As an adult? I visit the same sorts of places. For years we rented a house on Cape Cod. It was not on the water (hello sky high rentals) but it was still close. I’ve happily visited my friend Jo-Ann’s house on Lake Winnipesaukee. We went to Mexico and stayed right on the beach for 3 years in a row. And Dale and I have rented a house on the water in Maine for the past several years. I love to spend time by the water and am content doing so many things there: knitting or playing a game or working on a puzzle, having cocktails and appetizers, drinking my morning coffee and thinking about the day ahead, reading a book.
By the water is where I’m happiest.