We just returned home from visiting extended family for a few days. They live out in the boondocks away from civilization. I would waste away and die living in hillbilly-land, but the kids thought it was paradise!
Miles of bush country to roam, okay, not miles, but to a 5 & 7 year old it might as well be miles, creeks, muddy swampland, blackberry patches, one of those completely unsafe trampolines without a net, a rope hanging from a tree with a stick tied to the bottom for a swing, and miles of road with very little traffic perfect for racing down. Aside from the mosquito infestation, what’s not to love.
It was a fun visit. But I have to say, nothing feels quite so nice as getting onto the ferry and heading back home.
Now that the kids are in bed, the mojitos are mixed and the laundry is on the go, we are going to sit back and enjoy the peace and quiet. While folding laundry of course. Sigh, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.