Vacation, all I ever wanted...

We spent almost all our childhood summer vacations in the Adirondacks at Lake George New York., always residing in the Hammond Motel.  I’ve been both stressed and depressed lately and a vacation would definitely help.  The last few nights when getting to bed I’ve suddenly been hit with some powerful sensory memories.  I’ve suddenly been hit with the scent of the motel’s sheets and bedding and can suddenly taste the distinct tang of the spring water supply they offered.

I know that revisiting the Hammond Motel would do little to relieve the stress I'm under lately .  I'm just  fascinated that my subconscious as reached out to that chapter in my memory as a safety net.  True, it represents a time my family was happily together,even sleeping in one big room, and I was still young enough to be protected and taken care of fully by my parents.  I know enough about psychology to realize that it's that latter feeling  my psyche is crying out for right now.  Truth be told I think I'd be bored stiff if I found myself suddenly parked poolside at the Hammond but it's been an awfully pleasant memory to revisit before dozing off these last few nights.