Did you ever have one of those weekends that you just wanted to bottle up and save forever? That’s what this weekend was like for me. From start to finish, I did all things I’ve wanted to do — and with people whom I love.
It began with a personal day on Friday. I’ve been feeling beat down at work lately — just tired and in need of a recharge. I knew I needed a day for JUST ME.
I spent the morning cleaning (not so fun) but it’s what I needed to do to feel on top of my game again. My friend Jenn came over later, and we sipped mimosas on the balcony before heading to Philadelphia for a night out on the town.
We had dinner, followed by a show (featuring my talented friend D.C.) and ended the night at an incredibly swanky speakeasy in Northern Liberties. I’d definitely recommend this joint if you like cocktails; I don’t but was pleasantly surprised. I told the bartender about my lack of love for liquor, and he whipped up a lime coolade that was beyond delicious.
On Saturday, M and I spent most of the day planting our garden. We also went hiking on an old farm, preserved land. We also bought inner tubes for some lake floating this summer and ended the night with home-cooked burgers and a movie. I’d show you pictures, but this day was too perfect; I didn’t have time to snap any.
On Sunday, we headed out for a day of kayaking. We needed to break in M’s new foldable kayak. By the end of the day, we were pros at setting this thing up. Check it out:
We began our day at Helmetta Pond, an underused spot only 20-ish minutes away. We spent about an hour or so on the water before breaking for lunch. It was buggy and marshy, but also quite beautiful. I took this picture while behind a bird-watching station (a large board with holes cut out). I was proud that I got my kayak this far up the shore — all by myself.
The pond is only about a hundred acres, and so, we decide to hit up another spot: Plainsboro Pond. This area was much more expansive, and we spent another hour or so paddling upstream there. This was my favorite part of the day. The area was much less buggy, and there was a lot of open water. There is something about being on a kayak in the middle of a body of water that is so freeing. Does anyone else know what I mean?
This post is a little harried — I’m starving and need to make dinner! — so forgive me if this summary short. It’s hard to encapsulate an entirely beautiful weekend into a 500-word blog post. Suffice it to say that I reconnected not only with nature and my loved ones but also with myself. And that’s exactly what I needed.