What is it?

This past weekend was spent at the cabin. I think that every time I go to the cabin I fall more in love with it. I don't know what it is about it that I love so much, I consider myself a girl who loves the city and the cabin is completely the opposite of that:

No internet

No phones

No T.V. (okay DVD's but no t.v. shows)

No shopping

No restaurants

I've never left the cabin thinking, oh ya I'm ready to go back to the real world, I'm always grasping at the last moments spent there. Even this summer when the Mimi and I spent a whole week there, it wasn't enough. I guess it's the feeling that time doesn't really exist at the cabin, I have no deadlines to meet, or people relying on me. I'm a "get it done" kind of girl but when I'm up there it's as if my weird OCD tendencies disappear. I feel completely content drinking 3 Dr. Peppers and eating tons of peanut butter bars, taking 2 or 3 naps a day, finishing a whole season of One Tree Hill in record time, listening to my Mimi yelling weird Spanish words while playing Mexican Train, trying to scrapbook with Celia and barely managing to get a page done over the course of the trip. The list could go on and on, I guess it's the combination of those things that make the cabin heaven on earth for me. This time of year is especially enjoyable because of the Fall colors. Oh cabin, oh bliss! Oh I know what it is...the weird crap that only happens at the cabin like Mom and Dad challenging each other to a foot race around the cabin--since when are they competative and since when do they run? Nailed it! (Someone should probably ask Kate what she had to say about this foot race).