Being removed from nature in flat, flat Buffalo; going to graduate school in environmentally-conscious Burlington, Vermont; becoming vegan; and just having time apart have renewed my interest in the beauty of nature. I'll never move to a log cabin in the middle of the woods, and I may never go camping in a tent for a week without an actual toilet again, but I am starting to see the beauty in a renewed way. I even own plants now!
I spent my vacation time this summer exploring the magical gorges in Ithaca and the so-hard-to-articulate-because-the-beauty-is-overwhelming Fallingwaters. My sister, Kerri, and I tasted wines from the Finger Lakes. I highly recommend the Americana and The Thirsty Owl Wineries. Kerri and I both took home bottles of Apparition, named after the ghost at Americana, and Snow Owl. I learned that I actually enjoy white wines, and have expanded my palate beyond Pinot Noir. We hiked up Buttermilk Falls and enjoyed it completely. Fallingwaters deserves a blog post all its own.** It was the single most beautiful home I have ever been inside.
There is no chance of my resignation from a city life. I love the sounds of the city, the convenience, arts and culture, and friends. Still, I'm happy to see growth and interest, to discover beauty in, for me, unexpected places.
* I understand that saying this makes me sound like a spoiled, ungrateful child. My apologies.
**I plan on writing one on Frank Lloyd Wright's architecture after I visit Graycliff later this summer.