Just got back from the weekend at the lakehouse. I love going there. I basically spend countless hours on the lake jet skiing or swimming/diving off the dock. It's the greatest thing in the world for me.
Going to the lakehouse and having fun isn't the only reason I love it. It's just so... peaceful there; with the sun shining, the wind slightly blowing, being on the lake, being with all my loving, extended family, surrounded by trees, cousin playing the guitar, and of course, a dog. It's your typical TV show scene.
And coming back home.. sucks.