It's always a bittersweet moment when you go home from a camping trip. I always feel conflicted because on the one hand, I'm really excited to take a proper shower and maybe even a bath. On the other hand, I'm not ready to go back to real life. Work, projects, bills, responsibilities, planning for life.
Being out in nature puts my problems into perspective. It makes me feel incredibly small, but at the same time, makes me feel like things will just fall into place. The thoughts and worries that keep me up at night seem trivial when I'm in front of extremely fast currents that could sweep me away. If my projects fail and if I can't reach my goal, it's definitely not the end of the world. The end of the world would be when we don't even have the option to escape into nature.
That was my introspective moment (lol). Thanks for reading everyone! :D