As a young child, my family frequently went up north and it feels like I took it for granted. I used to ride my bike around the camp ground, make sandcastles, sit the beach, and make friends with fellow campers. It used to all look the same to me when I was a kid. Each camp ground had trees, a lake, and mosquitos. I began to hate going up north. Now that I work almost everyday, I can't wait to go up north.
The long, but short drives. After driving to Florida a few times and a drive to New York City, a three- or four-hour drive now feels like a few minutes. It gives me a lot of time to listen to the murder podcasts I've always wanted to listen to. And now I think I will start to listen to them at home.
Long walks in the woods by yourself. No I'm not walking by myself of the middle of the woods but there is a trail where the DNR frequently checks. Hearing the sounds of the animals and insects while my feet crunch as I walk puts my mind at complete ease. I'm not thinking about anything, just about how happy I am. Serenity isn't something I come by often back at home, so I try to take an extra long walk and put my stress levels back to normal.
Water Sports. I feel like I've been left out of the loop only just learning to wake board at 16 years old, while all of my friends seem to have been doing it forever. Also during summer, works outs are a thing of the past and are the last thing on my mind. Every time I come off the water my whole body is sore in the way that feels good. Like it hurts a lot, but it reminds me to work out more when I get home. Which never happens.
