Traditions...hmmm.
I suppose in my house there's the typical traditions like celebrating birthdays as a family, Christmas every year, Easter (though that one is sort of fading a little, not nearly as exciting as it used to be :P), more recently going to Florida on the March Break to visit my Grandma - except that one isn't consistent and also I'm not in high school this year so we're not going on the March Break - and ohmygoodness of course we spend at least 2 weeks up at my cottage every summer. I love my cottage. Wow, okay reading that back I realize I sound like super spoiled, but I'm not snobby I swear...or at least, I don't think I am. Who knows? Maybe I'm like the biggest snob ever and I don't even know it.
In any case my favourite tradition is going to the cottage every summer. It's my favourite place and even if I'm in a horrible mood while I'm up there (which I have been in the past - you know, teen angst and all that) I always end up having fun at some point. And the past couple of years we've reconnected with a family my dad used to know and they have kids my age!! Hurrah! That was something that used to be sucky for me, being the youngest all the time by about 4 years. I'd always be begging friends to come up so I wouldn't be hanging out alone too much (not alone just alone with my parents - when you're an angsty teen you want anything but). You know I re-read one of my old journal entries and I was so angry at my parents, and I even wrote the entry at my cottage. I think I vaguely remember that year; avoiding my parents like crazy and refusing to hangout with my mom. Though I may have done that for a couple of years.
Well now I haven't made my cottage sound appealing at all! Let me try again:
I love my cottage! It's so welcoming every year, with big spacious rooms with wooden furniture and cushions that smell like...well, cottage. Then there's the beach. Ahh the beach. It's amazing, it's not sand, there's no sand at all, it's a huge slab of rock that's sort of uneven like steps made for a giant. And during the day the sun warms the rocks so when you come out of the water you can lay down on your towel and the rocks keep you warm. *sigh Lovely. Then there's the water. The beautiful, blue, crystal clear water. Yes the water makes things exciting. It's always cold, I mean the warmest it has gotten as far as my memory goes is 75˚F. Not super-awesome-warm. And that's a rare warm day when it reaches that high. But I don't care, it makes swimming at the cottage like a sport. Who's going in first? Who's gonna get pushed in? (Often it's me :P) But it just makes things so exciting! And in more recent years, because of the family we've reconnected with, we've been doing what we call the polar bear swim. We wait till after dinner when it's dark and then we swim out to the buoy (a floaty thing about 30 feet from shore to tie boats to) and back. *sigh, so much fun eh!?
Well that went much better. You all want to come to my cottage now don't you? :P I knew it!
I guess I enjoy traditions that make me happy but my family used to go to church and I did not like that at all so I hated that tradition. Whereas with things like my cottage and Christmas and birthday celebrations it can be so much fun!
Till next time
Evie :D
ps. hey this blog is an awesome tradition too!!
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