The whole Boston Globe magazine section on Sunday was about fancy beach homes. The words used were "retreat," or "refuge," or "getaway." For some reason, the choice of phrases made me think of actual refugees, and feel resentful toward the very wealthy people being profiled. I understand the tradition of a vacation house used by extended families for get-togethers, but I suspect the people in question all have nice homes and living situations, from which they probably don't need to escape. I think of traveling as going to see something or to visit someone that isn't available at home, rather than getting away from a bad situation, which is what those words imply to me. I like where we live.* I overheard someone at the farmers market this afternoon talking about how much she likes their other house, in Vermont, mentioning the pleasures of biking, visiting farms, and watching birds. One can do all those things in Lexington, although I admit that we don't have mountains, or many sheep or cows, as available in parts of Vermont.
* except on some Sundays, when I am inconvenienced by the absence of bus service.
* except on some Sundays, when I am inconvenienced by the absence of bus service.