Alright, so you’re asking about that little trip, the bed and breakfast thing up in Cold Spring, NY. People sometimes wonder why I picked that place, out of all the spots you could go.
Truth is, it wasn’t some grand plan. I wasn’t even really thinking “Cold Spring, that’s the dream!” Nah. I just had to get away. My brain felt like it was full of angry bees, you know? Just buzzing and stinging all the time. That was the main thing. Needed some peace.
My job at the time, man, it was a real piece of work. Started off alright, like most things do, I guess. But then, new management came in. Suddenly, it was more, more, more. More tasks, more pressure, but not more help, if you catch my drift. Classic stuff.
I was just grinding. Waking up already tired, going to bed with my mind still racing. My own apartment started to feel like a shoebox I couldn’t escape. Even on weekends, I couldn’t properly switch off. It was like my thoughts were stuck on a loop, replaying all the stress.
Then one Monday, I was staring at my screen, and I just felt… empty. Like, completely drained. Not angry, not sad, just… nothing. And I knew, right then, I had to bail for a bit. Even just for a weekend. Unplug. Vanish.
So, I started poking around online. Wasn’t looking for anything fancy, no five-star nonsense. Just needed a place that was quiet and not a million miles away. And then this little bed and breakfast in Cold Spring popped up. Pictures looked okay, reviews seemed decent. Simple. I thought, “Yeah, okay, let’s do that.” Didn’t overthink it.
The Actual Getaway to Cold Spring
Packed a small bag. Didn’t even tell a lot of people where I was going. Just sort of slipped away. The drive up there, it was actually… nice. Started to feel some of that tightness in my chest loosen up a bit, just watching the trees and the road.
The bed and breakfast? It was what it was. The biggest thing, the thing I remember most, was the quiet. Seriously, just pure, unadulterated quiet. No traffic noise, no shouting neighbors, no phone buzzing every two seconds. The room was basic, but clean. Bed was comfortable. That’s all I really cared about.
- I actually slept in. No alarm.
- Drank coffee on this little porch they had. Just sat there.
- Walked around the town a little. It’s small, kinda old-fashioned. Pretty low-key.
Didn’t really “do” much. And that was exactly the point. The air felt cleaner, or maybe it was just in my head. But my brain, it actually started to slow down. It was a weird feeling, but good weird.
So yeah, that bed and breakfast in Cold Spring. It wasn’t about finding the most amazing inn or having some life-changing culinary experience. Not for me, anyway. It was about finding a corner of the world where I could just stop. Stop thinking so hard, stop worrying, stop being so much for a couple of days.
I came back feeling a bit more like a person. Still had to dive back into the usual chaos, obviously. Life doesn’t just stop. But that small break, that dose of quiet, it did something. Sometimes that’s all you really need, you know? Just a little bit of nothing to reset yourself.
