My sweetie and I know each other from Minnesota. Or rather because of Minnesota. You see, he grew up in the northern suburbs of the twin cities, and I lived in Minneapolis for 12 years. But we never lived there at the same time. Or even met there. We actually met here in LA when I was visiting a friend who is also originally from Minnesota. We were both invited to drinks, and well, the rest is history.
So it's this shared nostalgia for MN that has us both dreaming of a simple lake house to escape to in the summer time. (That's what Minnesotans do) Like this one, beautifully shot by Magnus Anesund. Isn't it divine? Small. Simple. Quiet. Perfect.