Your avatar looks like you are happy outdoors. Also I feel like your posts have a "close to nature" context to them. Also I sense a certain natural strength from your ideas. So that is where I thought you liked to go because it seems more like "home" to you.
Excuse my vivid imagination. I blame it on old age.
You're excused, lol.

While I enjoy being outdoors and like nature walks, you won't find me hiking or backpacking. I'm not
that "outdoorsy".
Growing up, we lived near the woods. On most days, that's where you'd find my friends and me. I'd come home with wet clothes and shoes, and my mom was always scolding me to, "Stay out of the creek!" I've had my share of outdoor adventures. My parents had a Nimrod pop-up camper when I was a kid. We'd hook it up to the car and stop at different campgrounds on the way to Maine. When we got to Maine, we stayed on the lakefront. Dad fished in the lake and we cooked what he caught. We had a lot of fun. In college, I had a boyfriend who liked to camp. We'd pack up his motorcycle and head to the Chesapeake and camp in the pines right off the beach. Aaah, youth! You could sleep on the ground and wake up in one piece. If I did that now, I'd need a chiropractor! These days, my idea of camping is booking a room at the Radisson.
My first love has always been the beach. That's "home" to me.

I spent a lot of time at the shore when I was young. My aunt and uncle had a house on a lagoon. We'd go there for the weekends, and I'd have a blast with my cousins. My aunt always had crab traps
in the water that we'd check several times a day, and my uncle had a boat

and would take us fishing. Blow fish were plentiful back then, and fun to catch. We ate a ton of them.
So, you're more likely to find me strolling on the shore

than in the woods. We were looking to move there permanently before my husband died. I'd still love to end my days there if I didn't have to do it by myself.
Now, you don't have to imagine.

Bella
