“wheeeeeeeee!” I didn’t have to open my eyes to see, I know we are almost there.

For years we’ve made the same drive. And for years, a little voice from the back seat has yelled “wheee!” when we get to the rolling hills just outside of Traverse City, Michigan that signal our arrival.

Next, comes the first peek at the blue water. from the top of the last hill, we can see the expanse of fresh water that stretches across the horizon like a hidden ocean. For years, my heart has started to race when I see the first blue sliver, between the trees.

Every year, my eyes fill with tears when my feet hit the sand, and everything in me says: “Ahhhhh, we’re home.” when my toes hit the water.

Maybe it’s because I love the beach. Maybe, it’s the memories of nearly two decades of weeks spent here. Maybe it’s the time to connect with family and build more memories. maybe it’s seeing my mom and stepdad loving their grandparentness with all their hearts.

Or maybe, it’s a combination of all of the above- that makes this is our home away from home.

Whatever it is…. I savor it. And I am here. In my home away from home, on the beach. What could be better than that?


have you ever felt that home away from home feeling?

where is it?

what do you think makes you feel so at ease there?