The battle between excitement and apprehension loomed in her chest. She was anxious to get to the seaside cottage, bare to the bones with one electrical socket, a light that hung from the ceiling and a match stick door that concealed the toilet from the kitchen table. They would be taking showers outside and they would wash their hands in the kitchen sink but at least they didn't have to use the outhouse.
The double sided toaster that flipped open to reveal the caramel colored bread sat on the morning table that was flanked by two chairs and sat close to the window, where gingham checked curtains blew from the screen less open window and she could smell the blend of coffee and salt air. It was July and she and her sister were on their first summer vacation. Only 4 and 6 they had never been away from home. That is why the battle ensued. She was scared to be so far away and in a strange place with older aunts. (Probably in their 40's) but that was ancient to a 4 and 6 year old and she kind of felt like a reproduction of Gretel!
That feeling has been ingrained in me ever since. My sister and I only spent the night in the cottage that vacation because we both got home sick and my poor great aunts had to drive the hour and a half back home the next morning delivering these little chicks back to their mother in their familiar nest.
I will be leaving for Utah in a few short days and I can already feel the apprehension begin to build inside. I am old enough to know now that it will only last a short time before I am in the thralls of vacation and I will forget all about being home sick! I can't wait for my newest adventure and I know I will not return home early but I still can't help feeling the same way I did when I was 6!
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