Well, let me tell you, ladies and gents: that land is real. It's my aunt and uncle's house here in Everett, Washington.
We always came here in the summers when I was a kid, and this is the first one in a few that I've been able to get back for any length of time. It always seems to be perfect here: the house is airy and sunny and breezy and cool, with a big deck for barbecueing and a basement full of bikes and canoes and rafts for adventure time, and a couch custom-made for napping. This is the backyard, if you can believe it.
|Yes, that is a deer. |
Yes, those are blueberry bushes.
Yes, you are insanely jealous.
I guess one of the reasons it's such a fun place to be is that when I'm here, my daily grind has been left behind (along with my earthly body, sprawled out in front of that 3:44 cross-town express.) Right at this exact moment, I'm enjoying a four-day intermission between super-awesome writers' conferences (more on those soon!), and I just can't express how much I've enjoyed floating in this blissful embryonic sac of family and free time.
I do get tangled up in other thoughts sometimes - you know, about how many less fortunate people in the world don't have a place like this, or what's inevitably going to happen to this one as folks get older and things change. But it's amazing to me how much more revved I feel even after just a day of being here. Shit I can barely force myself through at home suddenly seems SUPER DOABLE, in a breathless ecstatic "let's get this knocked out and then walk down to the beach and build sand castles and toast hot dogs and skip stones 'til the stars come out!" kind of way.
Obviously it's not so nice all year round. And of course all the vacation-time vibes would vanish if I ever picked up stakes and moved here. In a way, this place is too special for me to actually live in it.
But boy, I would be so relentlessly productive if working hard and staying on task meant that I could leave my Texas "office" at 6:00 and have three hours of this every night.
Anyway, so that's my magical happy near-death neverland - what does yours look like?
--Sun is going down. Shall we capture princesses now, Papi?
--No - let's just stay here a little longer, son.
--I love you forever, Papi.