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Today we met some family friends at their long time lake house. It’s a home I grew up going to for holiday weekends and hot summer days. It’s where I learned to water ski and jump fearlessly off the dock. A day spent on the lake is good for so many things. Mostly, my heart continued to stew on all we’ve been talking about here.
Nothing had changed much. Same walls. Same furniture. Same people. It’s been there for at least 50 years and that house has been part of so many more growing up stories than mine.
In my own home, I go through seasons of striving: rearranging, planning, wishing, saving. But there? When we drove up? I wondered for a minute if it would all be the same. Honestly, I was relieved to see so much just the way it was when I was 10 and when I was 15 and when I was 18, beginning to step into my own life.
Change is good. I won’t be able to give up rearranging and fluffing. It’s in my bones. But there’s something sweet and wonderful about the same, too.