You know those moments where escaping is literally the only option you have left. You've tried therauptic writing, meditation and the like, and still nothing is working? That was me; to the country Pippa and I went.
I'd been chatting with Erika for a while about coming to the country where she lives in Pennsylvania. I wasn't sure if I'd really go- I have true commitment issues. Have you not noticed my blog's inconsistency lately? Yea, don't remind me. But I figured it was exactly what I needed so I packed up Pippa and I's things and toted her on the Staten Island ferry where Erika would pick us up.
There's nothing quite like the country. The first 10 minutes we arrived, Pippa ran into the cow corrals and tried to 'get them in line'. The stupid thing- she almost got killed barking at the cows and getting them pissed. Erika and I had to wrangle my manure-covered, manure-eating pup from the pen. I could of killed Pippa, the dirty thing. After we washed the pups (Erika's pup put Pippa to shame), we went inside where I dined on Erika's famous breakfast. Check her Instagram to feel what I'm feelin'.
Everything about that weekend was amazing. The brisk cold, the local spots, the house she grew up in- it was all perfection. All I wanted to do was buy a little cottage down the road, get Pippa a nice backyard and find simple life in the country. Yeah, we all have dreams.
A big thank you to Erika and Olive for the best weekend of 2012, calm and necessary.