I visited my friend's cabin for nine days. Those were the most amazing nine days I've ever had. There were four of us, myself being the youngest. THree girls, one guy. No parents. AKA: Bliss.
We cooked, we cleaned, and we did a total absolute of nothing.
It was amazingly nice to have no worries, to live day-by-day with no pressing matters to attend to. THe most worrisome thing was the fact that the woodpile for the wood-burning stove was running low.
We had, after all, no electricity.
The lake was huge. The cabin was right by the lake shore. We had a small motorboat to get across the lake to semi-civilisation. I prefered being without civilisation myself.
Needless to say, we saw narry another soul for many days. That didn't count the numerous motorboats roaring across the lake at any point in time during the day, or the 7:30am wake up call of 'The Seaplan People' when they decided to land their plane... rather close to our cabin.
STill, no civilisation means no worries. I didn't wear a bra for 9 days. Gods did I feel free. I swam almost every day so I didn't shower either. I washed my hair in the lake... once. It really cleans you out. You may think it's gross or even incredibly disgusting, but once you've done it, it's really not. The lake water is rather clean. You'd use lake water to shower anyway, so I don't really see much difference.
Cooking came surprisingly easily. We used the wood-burning stove, as to lessen our use of propane. Luckily we had running water, and hot water too. Dish-washing wasn't that hard.
And at night we'd go stargazing. You could see shooting stars every few minutes, and should you go during the winter, apparantly you would see the northern lights. Once back in the big bad city, the stars just seem pathetic. I could actually see why the Big Dipper resembles a bear. Amazing, eh?
And of course, it's hard to see those amazing sunsets... but there... simply amazing.
Campfires and singing, recorder-playing, sausage-cooking...
Days sepnd liesurely, reading, drawing, sleeping, swimming, relaxing...
Utter, utter bliss.
Then we had to leave.
We got home, and there were parents. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents.
But those nine days of independance were amazing.
Sure, moving out would be different - there would be pressures, bills to pay, work to attend, school to go to...
But you would be free.
Sometimes parents... are so constricting.
I know that others feel it more than I do.
I only wish I had the means to attend a university away from home...
Eventually I'll travel, I'll move out, I'll be free.
BUt for now,
It's just a longing.
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