Hey, how do you feel about camping? I love the idea of it. Love it. In practice ehhhh. But all these pictures on Pinterest and elsewhere of people seeming to have the time of their life by a campfire, then waking up in the morning to the sounds of nature; ahhh sounds pretty darn idyllic to me. I’ve actually been camping before, in my younger days, and it was a lot of fun, more so due to the company and less due to the camping part, and even then I think I was the most annoying camper of the group.
“Close the tent fast, the bugs are getting in”, was my mantra and as soon as a bug/mosquito did make its way into my tent, and eventually it always did, it was all over for me. But those pictures man, ohhh so glorious. I jokingly suggested camping to the bf a few months ago and he not so jokingly suggested that another partner in crime must be found for any camping adventures I may plan in my head.
I didn’t actually want to go camping. At least not to one of those summer camping sites by the sea in blazing heat where mosquitoes are having the absolute time of their life. Those are extremely popular in my neck of the woods for some reason. But camping in the mountains or in a slightly cooler climate by a river or something like that might not be so bad, right?
You know what, cross that, I can’t go camping anywhere, if i didn’t worry about bugs or snakes, I’d worry about wolves and axe murderers. We’re obviously not a camping kind of family.
Which is fine. I’ll just wear this super cool Camp Brand Goods sweatshirt (I looove Camp Brand Goods) on my terrace and mentally picture that fire, nature etc. while I’m sipping a glass of wine, being a perfectly content fake Happy Camper. Or maybe we’ll camp in the living room, Lara would love that.
You can go and file this post under random thoughts I have on a daily basis.