Summer / Fall / Winter at Pistakee Bay, Chain o’ Lakes, Illinois.
I’ve spent the majority of my life living in cities, and anything beyond them has always been a little uncomfortable to me. One summer during college, I took a road trip with my friend to visit her family in Kansas. They lived in the middle of nowhere, and at night, the prairie was absolutely silent except for rustling grass. I couldn’t sleep: it was too quiet and too dark. Yet, I can sleep like a baby in my apartment, with its windows facing a main street, ambulances and buses and cars passing at all hours of the night, light pouring in.
But the lake house is different. It’s quiet and dark, but comforting. The old house settles into sleep with creaks and snaps and I like to imagine that if I lie very still I can hear the lake lapping quietly against the shore.
I love the energy of the city and up until recently, I couldn’t imagine living far away from an urban center. There’s so much to do and see and experience. But more and more, I can understand why people retreat into quieter suburbs and country homes as they get older and have families. Away from constant noise and movement, there’s a sense of safety and mindfulness. There’s a place to grow a vegetable garden and plant herbs and take long walks through the woods.
It’s a great privilege to be able to experience both worlds and I won’t ever take it for granted.