Monday, July 2, 2012
Our Summer Home
I love vacations. I mean really LOVE vacations, to the point of obsessing about what I’m going to pack months in advance. I love to plan and daydream about what we will see, do, and eat. I think this all stems from wonderful family vacations growing up and my parents making the experience really delightful, whether we were visiting Fort Robinson or Walt Disney World.
I always had this secret dream that someday mom and dad would spring for a “summer home” or a timeshare somewhere fabulous. Something that would guarantee we’d continue these trips for a long time. I dreamed this would be a condo in Estes Park, a beachfront shack in San Diego, or a magical Disney timeshare. Even though my parents never went for it (at least not yet) I still had high hopes that when I grew up and had my own family, this might become a reality. Not in my wildest dreams did I believe this would happen in Virginia, NE. Virginia Beach, yes! But Virginia, NE, where in the world is that?
A couple of years ago Kevin and I had the opportunity to buy land that came with an acreage, and we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take a step closer towards his dream. With this acreage was a cute little place we refer to as our “summer home,” although right now we are blessed that his cousins are living there all year long. To say I was reluctant at first would be a gross understatement, but after this weekend’s trip, it’s starting to grow on me.