When it's crazy at home; it's a trainwreck. Sometimes, if you don't get away, you will start to loose control. Nothing compares to going from this place we call home to silence. That's the biggest thing. No sierens, honking horns, screeching tires, rice burners...etc. Just the natural sounds up there, which is usually next to nothing; the wind filtering through each and every tall pine, a loon crying out accross the lake, and even the crack and pop of a freshly lit campfire.
Central doesn't even know what it's in for this summer.
There is always the first day back; pulling off of route 1 and getting right into the mindset; the grind. But home still provides it's comforts; a good Italian Sub and the family ready to re-cap the events enjoyed by all.
We're on a six day wait...the worst is over now; anticipation circles my head day in, day out.
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