My Favorite American Lake Life
An ode to my beloved lake life in Connecticut
A few more weeks, then we have to leave our little lake house behind. I am not a big fan of change, especially of packing suitcases. Yikes. Our lake life community is a summer rental place, so we got this place for a fairly cheap price since we moved in in October. But now, with the start of the summer season, we have to move out.
I’m going to miss my dearest lake house. It was here that I watched my very first Super Bowl (here’s my article about Super Bowl vs the FIFA World Cup), watched unnerving presidential campaigns, and binge-watched Netflix in the evening while enjoying a cool American beer. It was here that I learnt how to kayak, how to play disc golf (an American sport not yet known to Germans or at least it’s not that common yet), and how to cook delicious dinner in a crock pot. I had long talks on the porch, scrapbooked for ages with a friend, and listened to loud music that filled the house. After all, it was here that this very blog was invented. This lake house has been an inspiration, motivation, and, well, my new home.
This place has grown on me. Yes, it is in Northeastern Connecticut. Yes, it is rural, the roads are bad, and the support signs on people’s front lawn are terrifying. We are, after all, living in Trump territory! -_- But, it is a quiet, beautiful sanctuary. It was and is my new home. I’m not sure I will ever find a place like this in Germany. Well, maybe in the Alps.
It has been quite a year. A year of plenty – plenty of snow, ice, and rain.
Seriously, the winter here lasted for 6 months.
When I arrived here in early October, I dived into the very cold water. I let my feet dangle over the edge of our dock in November and swept the red leaves from our kayaks. I witnessed the beauty of the Indian Summer, of golden and deep red leaves, of warm sun, and crystal clear water. I saw thick rain drops running down my window, many, many times. I heard acorns and hailstones drop onto my roof in autumn. I felt the house shake whenever there was a huge winter storm. In January, I tried to stay warm in heavy snowstorms that killed our electricity, heat, internet and water for 5 hours (you can read about that little adventure here if you know how to read in German. No power, no shower…). In February and March, I felt the sun come out and started to go running through our woods. Dogs chased me, and I chased them. I believe I even saw a bald eagle once, circling high above our lake!
When I work from home, I see at least 10 dogs passing by my house every day. Two Golden Retriever have been loyal visitors from the very beginning. I never found out their names. The brown one likes to bark at me. The white one has very fluffy fur. They are always walking together, side by side.
And those are collages I made, depicting all kinds of crazy and beautiful weather. Sometimes in the morning, the lake disappeared completely. It was just a white wall with thick, inscrutable fog. The sunset would bathe the lake in golden, glistening light.
So, goodbye, my new home. I’m going to miss you.
I will end this post with one of my favorite quotes by the great Catcher in the Rye, Holden Caulfield:
“I was trying to feel some kind of good-bye. I mean I’ve left schools and places I didn’t even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse.”