In our financially-driven desperation as college students, we often find creative solutions to summer housing. After my freshman year, I lived on the second floor of a barn for 7 weeks. Last summer, I plunkered down at home (which did require innovation in navigating how to live with my ‘rents again). This summer, which is favorable so far, I scored a summer stay in my aunt and uncle’s super old, fairly rundown-in-a-cute-rustic-way cottage on a lake near my internship. As I type, I sit on the wrap-around porch in a sky-blue painted rocking chair (the only place the wi-fi works) with it’s lime and yellow brothers next to me, looking at a moody, misty lake. A mallard floats past, evoking the fairly constant peace I find out here. Twizzlers and Oreos keep me happy, as well as my DVD collection I stole from home and my (rather large) stack of books for my thesis. My OCD-driven need for orderliness is also satisfied – there’s always something to clean or organize here (the kitchen shelves are now set up by dish type and size!) The sunset isn’t too bad either. Despite the fact that it’s 48 F degrees outside (this post can’t go much longer – my fingers are freezing up), that I have no hot water (thank goodness for the nearby gym), and that the water pump sounds like a freight train whenever I flush the toilet, it’s probably not going to get much better than this.
(All photos by Elodie Reed).
For all of you living in similar or no doubt cooler places, we would love to hear your stories/see your photos!