4.12.25
I don’t think there is anything more peaceful than waking up on a cool spring morning in the mountains. The air is brisk, and the coffee is strong. We went fishing last night after settling in at the cabin and quickly realized the poles hadn’t been used in far too long. After a few broken frail lines and lost worms, we headed back to the cabin to get them fixed up and ready for later today. By cabin, I mean McMansion in the woods. This house is beautiful, and I never want to leave! It sleeps 14 comfortably, so the 3 of us have more than enough room and could each have our own floor. There’s a beach on the river in the back yard I could see myself spending a lot of time at year round.
I can’t help wondering if living somewhere peaceful like this I would still have the same struggles with addiction. I know that I would though, this disease is part of me, and there’s nowhere to run from it. I have to actively participate in my recovery no matter where I am, whether in the city or the beautiful mountains. But for this weekend I get to enjoy hot springs, fishing, and serenity.
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