I was born less than a mile from the Pacific Ocean. I have spent the majority of my life less than a half hour from a beach. And all of our family vacations when I were growing up were to Cape Cod. So you could say that I am a beach girl through and through.
And yet, recently I find myself craving a bit of lake side solitude.
There is something so cozy and perfect to me about a little house in the woods next to a lake. It’s so different from the breezy open space of the beach. Now, don’t get me wrong—I loved my Cape Cod childhood and living a ten minute bike ride from the beach was amazing.
But then I see pictures like this:
So beautiful. I think part of it is trying to fill the hole left when my parents sold our family house on Cape Cod. I confess I love Cape Cod. It is in my blood. I think I can count on one hand the summers I didn’t spend there in my life. It was such a part of my family life. So many childhood memories going to the same places and getting those great onion rings at Nauset Beach. Trips to the Christmas Tree Shop to buy mugs and puzzles. Eric proposed to me there. Losing the Cape house was like losing a part of my childhood and in a little tiny bit, a part of my family. It was the only place where we, as a family would meet after all of the kids grew up and lived all over the U.S. It was also where we spent all of our Christmases for almost twenty years.
Losing the Cape house felt like losing my last link to living back East. This happened around the same time I gave birth. A time when you just want to create your own family traditions. Alix goes every summer to visit her parents at their lake house and it looks so marvelous. Seeing her photos, and all other these lake houses makes me realize that I need to reclaim summer vacations and start my own traditions with my little family.
And I think that perhaps it just might start with finding a little spot on a lake.