Since then, I’ve lived on two country/islands – Taiwan and New Zealand. I find it oddly comforting to live in a place that you can drive across in one day.
I grew up on a lake in rural Minnesota, spending June – August ensconced in an inner tube or paddling a canoe. The lake I grew up on is actually named “Farm Island Lake” because local farmers used to keep livestock on several of the lake’s islands to protect them from wolves.Of course, my friends and I were convinced that these islands had actually been created for our use. We loved to paddle out to the nearest island and poke around the raspberry patch, sun ourselves on the lawn outside the rarely used cabin and see what they were storing down their well. Awkwardly, the owners once showed up while we were doing this.
Do you live on an island? Would you want to?