I love spending time with my family and friends, but when they start talking camping, I shut them out.
I picture having the house to myself for an entire weekend, or longer.
I get to lounge in the hot tub, or a bubble bath for as long as I want, without interruption. I can turn on the HVAC system and sit in front of the television with a good book or an old musical, and no one bothers me or complains about what I’m watching. My sister asked me if I would join this summer, and I shook my head no. I told her that camping is not something I enjoy. She asked if I would go if they said we would be glamping. Glamping sounded too much like camping, and I wasn’t buying it. She said you got to stay in a luxurious tent that had all the comforts of home, including a portable indoor toilet. I asked if there were showers and hot water, but she wasn’t sure. If I had to sleep outside without plumbing, I wasn’t going. I wanted four solid walls that would take some real trying for an animal to get in. I wanted heating and/or air conditioning, and I wanted to be comfortable. She said there were beds in the tents used for glamping, but that’s all she said. I told her I wasn’t interested, but thank you for asking. I wanted nothing to do with camping or glamping, and I wasn’t budging. I was going to stay home with my HVAC system and make sure nothing happened to my home. I didn’t buy a home just to leave it behind and sleep on the ground.