For as long as I can remember, Oneonta has always seemed like a getaway to me. Going there makes me feel like I am in the middle of nowhere, which is partly true. This summer I went there for a long weekend, and couldn’t have loved it any more than I did. We ate homemade food (and ordered in Pizza Hut) and too many cookies, watched movies, read magazines and the paper, drove around to see the covered bridges and to buy home grown peaches, gawked at the flowers found in the yard, took naps, and sat out on the porch. What Aunt Anne said would probably be “the most boring weekend ever” was actually one of my favorites! My family is so very dear to me, and it is always especially hard leaving them when I depart down that long driveway.
PLAY // In My Lady’s House by Iron & Wine
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