Late last month we road-tripped north, to Ithaca, then Toronto, and then to my family's cottage. H. and I hadn't been to the cottage since 2012, before L. was born and before I was even pregnant.
It was a lovely 4 days, despite brief fevers for both L. and I.
There have been many times over the years where I've entertained the fantasy of moving to this part of the world. What would I do there? I don't know, and I don't think it matters. The idea of seeing this landscape every day is just so appealing to me.
Yes, the winters would be long and hard, I know. And maybe part of me would miss corporate life, or even New York City. But there's a big part of me that finds the roughness appealing.
Since I first learned about the history of the Nipissing Road, I've found myself obsessively fascinated by it, which is just one reason by I'm not intimidated by the potential hardship. It actually draws me in even more.
In truth, I'm probably never going to have my Susanna Moodie Roughing It in the Bush moment, but it's a nice daydream, now and then.
While I'm up there, I like to scour the antique markets and junk sales for unique souvenirs. Well, frankly, that's something I do everywhere. On this trip I popped into an antique store while H. sat in the car with a sleeping L. That was mistake 1. I also left my phone in the car, and that was mistake 2. Mistake 3 was that I saw a gorgeous charcoal sketch of a naked (nekkid) lady and I didn't buy it because it was 1. too expensive, 2. I didn't have H. there to advise and 3. I was stupid. I didn't even have my phone to take a pic. I left and then thought about the picture for two days, until I eventually convinced myself to go back and buy it. Of course it was gone, and I can't stop thinking about it. I have non-buyer's remorse. Someone is a very lucky owner of a nekkid lady.