Let’s go on a little adventure…in the country.
This is Cooperstown, NY. Gather your friends or your family and drive on over. Or down. Or up.
Rent a gorgeous house with an awesome name like The Treehouse.
Pull in the driveway and be all like whoa….
Circle around back and be like OH MY GAWD.
Then sit back, relax and enjoy the view and be all like, “alright alright alright”.
Slowly unravel your city-self shaking off the intensity and speed with which you are accustomed and take in the quiet. Think about you life and where you’re headed. Take a minute to reflect. Start to feel a little bit terrified of being alone with your thoughts…and the eery quiet. Are there wolves out there? Bears? Racoons?? Why are there no car alarms going off? How far is the closest hospital? How long would it take the police to get here? WHERE AM I? WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS? DO THEY EVEN DELIVER PIZZA OUT THIS FAR??
Shake all that off and think of…the creameries. Where there is country, there is a dairy farm, and where there is a dairy farm, there is a creamery. Go ahead…eat your feelings.
Because seriously. Creameries.
Wake up to a bright new day and go for a walk. And see this sign.
And ignore it.
Ignore this sign, too.
Realize you’ve stumbled upon every child-who-grew-up-in-the-80’s dream–AN ABANDONED HOUSE THAT HAS TO TOTALLY BE HAUNTED. Because, what’s creepier and more of a ghost magnet than an abandoned swing set?
Debate whether the house is safe enough to go into.
Lose one city-slicker who says, “I’m pretty sure spirits have been living in there for a while, and I don’t want to make their invisible acquaintance and then bring them with me wherever I go for the rest of my life. Also, that floor looks like it’s going to collapse.”
Indeed, it does.
But this brave little camper is NOT AFRAID.
Leave your only smart and logical friend outside and forge ahead. Because there is graffiti in there from 1979!
Take in the conflicted messages left for you all over the walls. God? Satan? Or Manson?
Ponder the oddly religious graffiti artists that have been through these doors and take in the kitchen.
And the window treatments.
And the lovely gardens.
Then realize that yes, the floor is probably going to collapse. Go outside and pick some fresh flowers left by your friendly ghosts next door.
And shake off the creepy feeling that you have ghosts following you around for the rest of your life and go have some drinks on the dock.
Blow some bubble for the kiddies because, seriously, this entertains them for HOURS.
Take in the beauty of your surroundings.
And watch the sun set on yet another perfect day.
And program the nearest pizza delivery place in your phone in case of an emergency.