Stay the night in a treehouse home

“Sleeping that night was a crazy experience. No where, not even when staying in my fiancé’s childhood home in upstate New York, have ever ‘heard’ such quiet. The treehouse resort was truly nestled amongst the woods. It was the lack of noise that kept me awake, in awe of the difference from my normal Brooklyn apartment. It was in this first night that it really hit me how much of a unique and beautiful experience this was going to be…”

“A quick unloading of the car and tour of the house later, we attempted to build a fire outside but exhausted and in the dark we couldn’t get it to start. The wood had been wet from rain the day before, and on top of that we heard a low growl coming from the woods behind us and that was enough to send us back indoors. It wasn’t until we were sitting back in the living room, relaxed with wine in our hands that we were able to fully appreciate the reclaimed beauty of the treehouse.”

“And while our treehouse was, in fact, deep in the suburbs of Chicago, we didn’t care. Hauling a rolling suitcase up a ladder? Don’t care. Using a boat toilet. In a little tent. On a deck. Don’t care. Why? Because we were too busy drinking boxed wine in the hot tub (which, coincidentally, was not in a tree), and then drinking more boxed wine while we warmed ourselves in front of a tiny fake fireplace and HGTV.”