airbnb – When I'm Sixty-four

Back in March or so Clare told us that Pete’s family was renting a house on Lake Gaston in Virginia (or North Carolina) and Pete was going to fly out East for the first time in several years to spend time with his family. Clare would also come out at that time. She thought it would be fun to have us also rent a house on the lake and we could meet Pete and have a family vacation. We rented a property about half an hour from Pete’s family’s house and today we drove to the lake! Andrew and Alex (and Bennett) will join us tomorrow evening.

Dean drove the whole way which is very delightful. I’d had enough driving over the past couple of days. I sat in the back seat because Clare usually chooses to sit in front when she can. That was fine, I brought books and wanted to finish listening to Less anyway.

I think Rupert and Chum had the most fun on the ride.

We spent a delightfully relaxing week on Tybee Island, Georgia. Much of the time I felt simply happy. Happier than I remembered feeling for a very long time. Change of scenery? Nothing hanging over my head? Lovely Airbnb? Maybe all of it combined.

I’d wake up and drink my coffee on the screened porch off the bedroom. The first morning I shared the space with a female cowbird. The other mornings I shared it with various insects. A gecko came by twice, but on the other side of the screen.

I’d putz after that and then Dean and I would explore either the island, or nearby Savannah.

We either went out (ate outside) for dinner, or Dean would cook one of the Hungry Harvest meals we brought with us. Once we brought a meal back to the Airbnb.

By the end I was rested and ready to get back home.