Life in a Bubble

Honestly... sometimes I have brought myself to live in a bubble. Here I am living in the woods once again, surrounded by peeps I have never met before and it is still somehow exactly what I needed. Being away from large cities is needed in my life, also living on a lake is key. The ability to wake up and jump into the lake or go for a paddle is mind blowing compared to waking up to traffic, and having to wait for a bus just to get somewhere.
But here I am... and it is a bubble... as you might notice my posts are non existent for the last while and I am really losing touch with the world. Unfortunately, I am in need of my old world and am planning an escape out of the bubble. I can't say that I am busting it, but I should be able to maybe float on over somewhere else for a few days, with hopes to be with a very important part of my soul.
Camp is a crazy place, but I don't think I could really give it up ever in my life. It is a part of me and however hard I try to escape it, I find myself craving the long taxing hours and piles of good times. The peeps are always good and stories just flow from kids like milkshakes from those magical milkshake machines.
The bubble is thick but it can sometimes be cozy inside and if you look at it in the right light you can find yourself with an excellent tan.
Slater