brown wooden tree house

I was moving out of Montreal after 10 years and was feeling all sad and nostalgic when my roommate suggested that the gang grab their stuff and we all go up to the cottage for my last weekend. This also happened to be my first time taking a trip to a cottage. We drove out up to a Lake in northern Quebec, bought supplies, packed them on a speedboat and made our way across the lake to the cottage. I’d never been so disconnected from civilization and it felt great to be up there with all my best friends. One of my favourite memories and a great way to close that chapter of my life