I have a Grandma. Her name is Ela. She is now over 85 years old. Her heart is filled with love, compassion for others, patience and positivity.
I love her 🙂
During summer she moves to her little lake house. There is no internet, barely any phone signal. It’s in the woods, right by water.
Sounds like a dream right? Well, it is 🙂 You are not wrong.
The secret about this place does not lay in the new furniture, fancy modern design or any materialistic thing you can think of.
The house is very old. It has a fire place, porch and little cosy attic. The secret is hidden in a person who lives there.
I remember one summer, I spent hours swimming in the lake, cooking, painting on the porch, reading books, sewing. It was enough. I was more than enough.
There, I feel loved, not judged, cared about, listened.
We look for fancy, expensive hotels, beach with white sand and turquoise water, drinks under a palm tree. As if only there we could be in a real paradise. Maybe we could be happy there, I am not saying not but…
If you are not under a palm tree but an apple tree, if you are not sitting on a white sand beach but grass, if you are not drinking fresh orange juice with a little umbrella but tea from your Grandma’s favorite mug, does it mean you are less happy?
For me, moments where I can learn how to knit a scarf from my Babcia, make her a cup of her favorite tea, talk about my heartbreaks and dreams, cook dinner with her, sit on the porch and listen to birds at 6 in the morning, is worth more than any 5 star hotel on this planet.
It is not so important of where we are, how cool looking the place is or how expensive and fancy it may be.
The secret lays in who is next to us.
I love you Babciu!
Can’t wait for the next summer with you 🙂