Dear English Lakes,
I’ll never forget the first day we met. I was so nervous because I knew we’d be spending a lot of time together. I was worried I wouldn’t like you, but even more so that you wouldn’t like me. For a while, it appeared as though you didn’t.
I’d just like to tell you how sorry I am for questioning your ways. While your grey skies inhibited my determination to run daily 5k’s, there was a certain solace to be found in your dark clouds, for we all know that the rain is what brings everything about you to life. You knew just when to romance me with the prettiest sunsets and V.I.P. access to see the starriest skies. Your public footpaths were the perfect prescription, greeting me with chickens, horses, ducks, cows, and my most unexpected friend, the alpaca. On several occasions, you have made the ride home from date-night more interesting than I could’ve ever imagined, sending eerie, low-moving clouds down to the most narrow and winding roads. You can take some and you can throw some, just like you did when my sister arrived from New Jersey. I’d never experienced 3 consecutive sunny days, contrary to the torrential downpours I told her to expect. Thanks for making me look bad!
You have given life to my Jersey girl roots. You taught me that it’s virtually impossible to forget where I’ve come from, even when it feels like where I come from might’ve forgetten me. You’ve given me perspective and, at times, no choice but to face the parts of myself that I hate.
You were an unexpected dwelling place, the kind you only read about but never end up in. I’m most certain you’ll bring peace and understanding for all those arriving.
Til we meet again.