I am fresh from my weekend jaunt to New Hampshire with Alex and his family. And I survived! Though mildly sunburnt, covered in bug bites and in desperate need of a shower, I survived. I was whisked away in the Subaru Carriage by my Prince Bishop on Friday afternoon, and we arrived at the castle (cottage) in Keene that evening. It was nice to be in New Hampshire, it reminded me so much of Vermont. I miss that rich, New England-y feeling that those two states offer. And the cottage was perfect: in the middle of the woods next to a big pond with tons of land. It was such a get-away. And Alex's family is great. They're crazy in the best way possible- always moving around, arguing and doing things. They know absolutely everything about everything, which can be a bit intimidating. But they're good people- you can tell. And boy, did they put me to work. We moved around ridiculously heavy rocks by using acient technology. Broke firewood with axes and chainsaws. Started to build a treehouse. Weed-wacked. Learned how to tie complicated knots. Took trips to Home Depot (!!). I felt productive as I tried to keep up with the brawny Bishop men, but also exhausted.
It was not all work and no play. I got to meet my boyfriend's "second family" in New Hampshire. They have tons of family friends with rambunctious children and even more rambunctious adults. It was fun spending time with all of them- drinking, hearing stories and attempting to play badminton. I blame the alcohol more than my hand-eye coordination on why I did so terribly, but meh...
All in all, it was an excellent vacation. The 3 days felt like they lasted forever, but in the nicest way. And it was so good to spend every waking moment with Alex again (come to think of it, most of the sleeping ones too), even if we didn't really have any privacy. By the end, I felt accepted- like I fit in. And that's really all I wanted.
Well anyways, that's enough for now. It's good to be back, blogging world :) But goodnight. I friggin need some sleep after that weekend.
