I once read an article (Southern Living, perhaps) where a group of friends purchased a closed down summer camp that had gone neglected for years and turned it into their own special summer retreat. Each lakeside bunk house was renovated into small private residences so that couples had their own space but with shared grounds, dotted with fire pits and seating areas in communal spaces so that gathering was easy. There may have even been a mess hall, but I’m not quite sure.
I remember reading that article and thinking it was the most brilliant idea and getting swept away in the dream of living small and simple, under warm sun and ample sky by the lake. Easy living with loved ones a stone’s throw away.
I was reminded of the article today when a friend shared an article on “Besties Row”, a series of micro-homes right next to each other outside of Austin, Texas. These best friends had built a lane of loyalty that was not only heartfelt, but now physically manifested with tiny homes all in a row.
And it got me thinking about that summer camp again, and how much I’d love that. The love-deep-down-in-my-toes kind. The kind that starts a swelling in the center of my chest and pushes out until I’m bursting with the idea.
I can’t find the original article, but the idea from it was a seed, planting images of summers that would feed the soul.
I’m dreaming of a lakeside summer.