soooooo I haven't blogged since I went camping in august. and I've thought about a lot of things I wanted to blog about (of course) but I've been really busy since school started (of course) but that's not really the reason I haven't blogged. It's really because if I thought anyone was reading, I would have gladly shared my thoughts and been glad to do it. I have a cat, I don't need to talk to myself on the internet too. This not blogging lately thing is all your fault, people.
Immediately before and after I went camping the only people I came in contact with were my husband's relatives. These are people who will be the first to admit they are NOT campers. And for the first time in my life I found myself feeling as though I needed to defend my choice to go camping for a vacation. No one outright challenged our camping trip, but for the first time I really felt like my vacation preferences were outside the norm.
ok, not the first time. I don't like going to the shore. there, I've said it. moving on.
In my thought process of trying to defend camping to myself really, I realized why I do like camping so much. It's all about living simply. As much as I don't like road trips and hate traveling without a plan, I love being able to survive for a week on just what I brought with me.
And then I felt much much better when I got back to school. I never realized it before, but teachers are supportive of camping. I got completely different reactions from my colleagues than I did from my in-laws. Spontaneous outpourings about how beautiful the Maine woods are, pleas to see my pictures, and reminscing about camping trips past. yearnings to camp again, maybe when the kids are older.
anyone want to put forth a crazy theory about the prevelance of camping fondness among teachers at a private upper school?