Monday, August 06, 2012
a last cabin hurrah
I've been home several days from what was probably my last time at the cabin in Truckee. My grandparents are selling it and the "for sale" sign in front was a strange and foreign sight to my eyes. I've been going there once or twice a year all my life. I've known it in hot summers and snowy Christmases, and it in turn has seen me through all seasons of my life thus far. In fourth grade, I wrote an essay on it for school (prompt: write about a favorite place) and that essay is hanging by the fireplace in the cabin. I'd use different words now, but the sentiment is still the same. It's one of the most beautiful places and it means a lot to me. I hesitate to call it a "second home" but it's full of family and traditions and lots of memories. This time, a last hurrah, was no different. The days were packed with horseback-riding, kayaking, tubing, swimming, and hiking, as well other things, like s'more-making.
When we left, I surprised myself by not getting overly emotional about it. It's bittersweet, yes, but now there are new places to look forward to. And besides, I've come to know the memories were the best things you ever had. (x)