The cabin stays the same, the scenery hasn’t changed, the people I love are all here.
Maybe I’m just in a dream, and need to be submersed in a tub of ice cold water to snap me out of my entrapment.
Yet everything I see here has shimmering around the edges, letting me know that I’m only making memories before returning back to my reality.![](https://i0.wp.com/mywalkabout.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/6a03f-fnpv8758.jpg?resize=640%2C480&ssl=1)
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So I take full advantage of this time, long walks and talks with my two best friends, creating big smiles as Jenga blocks fall.![](https://i0.wp.com/mywalkabout.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/64449-svaa2588.jpg?resize=640%2C480&ssl=1)
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We ride along dirt roads as the sun sets, sit in comfortable silence around a roaring fire, play darts and tether ball to pass time during long and lazy afternoons.
I love to roam back to the love shack cabin with these two.