We took a quick trip upstate for our 15th anniversary. Stayed at a friend's 'guest house' that turned out to be a wonky trailer. But it was 1) Free and 2) Spotlessly clean. My fav feature was the Brady Bunch oven, pictured below.
Five years is about how long you need to live in the city in order for the country to freak you out. I lived in the suburbs/sticks the majority of my life, but 15 years in Brooklyn makes me:
- afraid of the dark
- weirded out by silence
- avoidant of dirt
- worried about murderers (who will hear me scream?)
- frightened by bugs and
- disturbed that every person in sight qualifies for What Not to Wear. (How long until I look that bad?)
See the clock on the oven? That's not digital. That's those numbers that flip like a Rolodex.