When I was twelve years old, my best friend went to a summer camp in Virginia, for the entire summer.
And I was unbelievably jealous (not my best moment – but hey, I was twelve). I mean she got to do all this amazing “outdoorsy” stuff while I sat at home in front of the television and watched my hair grow. How could I not want that? Smores by the campfire, canoeing in the lake, hiking through the woods…
It all sounded so great. And honestly, it still does. But, I am afraid I am a wee too old to go off to summer camp now. So I guess I’ll just have to create my own camping excursion.
But I won’t be breaking out the tent and my hiking boots. No, that’d be a far too expected solution. Plus I live in Florida, which, while beautiful, is not exactly the most rustic/ camp-vibe scenery. Instead, I am just going to curl up and stare at these paintings from Rachel Austin and dream about roasting marshmallows by a fire with some type of flannel on.
Will you daydream with me?