My husband and I bought a “cabin” in Colorado, though we lived in GA and were working. For five years, we visited whenever we could, hosted reunions, weddings, missionaries. Al died of cancer,  and I inherited the cabin, making it my legal residence, though severe winters precluded year-around living. After struggling to maintain it alone, I sold it to a lovely family who has invited us back. At Christmas, I asked my son what I could paint for him as a gift, and he said, “The Cabin.”