It's a married pair of tenured professors. They have no kids. But four cats and two white haired golden retrievers.
I'm not the actual sitter. Just the bf of somebody responsible enough to be tasked with such duty. We come here throughout the year, but more particularly in the summer.
The house is on a hill. Along its slope are tall trees. If you sit in their patio -- the kind where there is a roof and mosquito nets, it feels like you are looking out from a tree house.
I was listening to Drake's More Life here last year. And through their Sonos sound speakers I fell in love. Something about Drake coming to terms with growing up. Figuring out his place within his career, his friends, his family. It painted a picture that wasn't perfect. Because life isn't perfect. But something about life makes it about the best thing you could ever have, just so long as you have it.
Now about 365 days later, I'm here again listening to More Life. A lot of my friends feel angst over their approaching birthdays. For some the dreaded 30 approaches. For others, it's here. It took me a long while to get here, but I'm glad I'm here.
Here is not a house. Is not Sonos speakers. Is not Drake's music. Here is life. This is life.