I dream of fitted sheets...

We've transported ourselves back in time, only just for a moment. We've returned to New Zealand, the country where I had spent the last 4 years pre-Bowron, because... well flights were cheap and we're irresponsibly unemployed now. While we're only back for 3 weeks, I've had a strange flood of all too familiar feelings: some good, like seeing a friend after 6 months and feeling like it's been no time at all, and some worrying, like falling back into old habits so quickly that it can feel like this summer never happened. The one thing that I've discovered being out of the bush (and actually physically talking to people again) is that people actually read my blog (shocker, I know). What's more shocking is that, despite my rambling descriptions of moving outhouses, people actually say they "lived vicariously" through my posts about the park while they sat in offices around the world. Little did they know, while they were fantasizing about living in the bush with bears and moose on their doorstep, I was fantasizing about having a bed, in an apartment, with some really nice sheets. While not as romantic of a thought, it was a prevalent daydream of mine throughout the summer, as I struggled restlessly every night in my "Chinese finger trap" of a sleeping bag. Now here's a real confession: by the end of the summer my most visited websites were Brooklinen and Casper Mattresses (anyone who is exposed to any advertising whatsoever via podcasts knows what I'm talking about). Yes on my precious weekends off, I would spend hours scrolling mindlessly through catalogs of sheets, dreaming up combinations of furniture for an apartment I did not rent with money that I definitely did not have. While some readers of this blog where waking up in their big-ass comfy beds, scrolling through our photos and craving excitement, I was taking refuge from my excitement by scrolling through sheets and craving a big-ass comfy bed. That's the funny thing about fantasies - you'll have them until you get them and then, you'll just fantasize about something else. I'll imagine that months from now, I'll be lying in my big comfy bad fantasizing about that excitement time I had sleeping while in my dreaded Chinese finger trap of a sleeping bag.