Shortly after my mother and I got entirely away from my father (we were still living in NY so I was either 11 or 12), we planned a special weekend trip to Vermont and it’s still the best time I’ve ever had with her. We walked around quaint villages and drove up a mountain (ending up in New Hampshire by accident!) and talked a lot. That’s the trip I first learned about Marxism, actually! The best memory of it, that I roll out when I’m really stressed and need to calm, was swimming in the outdoor heated pool by myself under the clearest Vermont stars, just floating and watching and occasionally crying and getting very pruney.
there have been so many i really can’t choose!! but one of my friends throws these massive house parties every so often, filled with really great people and conversation and I always leave feeling warm and having connected with someone I had never met before and i really like that!