Reverb 14 | June | Staycationing

#reverb14 is the opportunity for us to reflect and project throughout 2014.   Each month, Meredith, Sarah and I will be posting on a new prompt.  Join us by writing, or join us by reading. No matter what you choose, come with us.

Staycationing: It’s summertime and the livin’ is easy.  Tell us about where you are RIGHT NOW.  Tell us about your summer time at home.  Does “home” mean heading out of town for the season?  Does it mean an extended staycation?  What does summer at home mean to you?

At the lake

Minnesotans love all four seasons.  There’s no secret there.  But summer holds a special place in our hearts, because without it we would never survive the winter.

I’m sure if you were asked the question, What is Kat’s Spiritual Home in the Summer? You would answer the same as I would: It’s The Cabin.

Of course.

I’ve spent a lot of time lately thinking about the summers we had growing up.  The unimportant bit that will make you laugh is the fact that the summer after fifth grade, I learned how to make myself grilled cheese sandwiches.  So each day, when I got home from Summer Band, I would make myself one for lunch.

Between that and the iced tea pitcher that always sat in our fridge, those are the foods of summer.  Step aside, caprese salad.

But my summers are not only filled with trips Up North to The Cabin, grilled cheese sandwiches and endless glasses of iced tea.

(Not that this is such a bad life to live.)

Summer for me is on the water.  Home for me is on the water.

The hours and days spent on the beaches at Lake Independence and Lake Minnetonka.  Still more waterlogged hours spent at the outdoor pool at Lifetime.  The three summers I spent lifeguarding at Lake Charlotte.

There is not a single minute of a single summer that has not been water-filled.  Rather, I can only see stretches of days, months, and weeks at the beach.  Sometimes we would build sandcastles, but mostly we were swimming.  Diving, bobbing, bouncing.  Armed with flippers and goggles.  On planned trips, yes.  But also on impromptu pool visits and beach stops where swimsuits and towels appeared out of nowhere.

Again, I suppose that comes as no surprise.  This is after all the land of 10,000 lakes.

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