Fourth of July

This past weekend a group of us rented a farmhouse in Princeton, NJ to celebrate the fourth of July and to, quite simply, get out of the city.  I know what you’re thinking… a farmhouse?  We laughed, too.  You can’t get much more city slicker than the four of us. 

But, the farmhouse offered some great perks not available to us in the city. 

One, it sat on a piece of grassy land surrounded by fields with no neighbors.  That’s a nonexistent concept in New York City.

Two, Bambi was all over the place!  There was a group of deer in the front or back yard every time we walked outside.  We’re not used to seeing such a lovely, non-disease carrying animal.  Rats and pigeons are the fauna we tend to see within our zip code. We don't "ooh" and "aah" when those cross our path.

Three, the back porch had two rocking chairs and a porch swing. Perfect for chewing on Twizzlers and watching the sun set.

Four, the farmhouse came with a huge outdoor grill where we concocted a delicious meal of hot dogs, burgers, and corn on the cob.  A grill is a rare find in the city. 

Five, we ate on an actual adult-sized kitchen table!  We liked the table so much that we spent the next three nights playing card games there. 

And, six, we got to drive a car around the town.  It’s so fun to drive when you never get the chance.

After this trip, we can think of ourselves as a pretty versatile group. We have gathered together in tiny NYC apartments, in an art-deco Miami hotel, in a cabin in the Catskills, and in a farmhouse in New Jersey.  What's next? Hmm... time will tell.