I haven’t washed my hair in days….and have mini bruises on each of my hip bones.
There’s dirt where dirt should never be…and a bed has never felt so good.
But still, I kinda sorta miss the tent, the ocean breeze and my sleeping bag. I miss the forest and the seals and the sound of the waves crashing against the rock at three in the morning when I still laid awake on the ground. I miss the waffles and even (maybe) the chilly hike to the bathroom in my pajamas and boots.
Dare I say that I could maybe, just possibly, almost become a (gulp) camper?