Unpopular opinion time: For as long as I can remember, I’ve never liked summer.
For most people my age, summer is the return of bright sunshiny days and a break from academics and essays. For me, summer has been this stagnant period of waiting – waiting to see friends, waiting for school to start over, waiting for a reply from one of the jobs I applied to. While others make plans, I try to figure out what else I could do that I haven’t already done.
Of course, the point of this post wasn’t to complain about summer but rather, to express my excitement about this summer. Although I’m back in the countryside waiting as always, I also have the excitement of moving into a new home in just over a month. Not only that, but the home my mum is moving us into is my grandparents’ old farm.
So you’re excited to move from one farm to another? What’s the difference?
It might seem kind of strange said like that, but there is a big difference. As a child, that property was one of my many playgrounds. I searched for fairies in the flowers, learned to ride a bike down the driveway, wondered how there could be stars in the walls of the barn, saw the campsite in the woods get built, and fed the fish in the pond straight out of my hand.
The child in me is jumping around with glee at going back and the more mature part of me is getting all nostalgic at my old adventures while looking forward to the new ones.
I may be looking at it through rose tinted goggles, but something there always brought out my imagination and my creative passion. I’ll probably sound strange saying this, but that property is alive. It harbours all the hard work and passion of everyone who’s lived there; it holds all the hopes and dreams of generations. You walk onto that property and you expect to see the ghosts of past owners; you expect to see fairies flitting about the garden with humming birds; you expect to see the shadows of naiads dancing beneath the water of the ponds.
I may be looking at my old and new home with rose coloured goggles and I may have tales of fantastic beings too ingrained in my heart but, what I know for a fact is this: I won’t be bored.