It’s always tough to get people to understand why I like to venture out alone. This is something I try to do at least 3 times per month and usually achieve at least once, and it is beyond crucial for my sanity.
Back in college, when I was going through friend group shakeups and feeling disillusioned by the people I thought I knew, I went out on a whim to a local drum n bass night. I wasn’t into this type of music (yet) but it was the only thing going on that night that I was aware of. Still living with my parents at that point, I just needed a place to get out and be on my own so much that my desire to just go outweighed my terror at not knowing anyone there.
Summer is definitely in full swing by now, and in many Northern US cities, so are the day parties. They always seem like such a great idea when you buy your ticket, but for some, it ends up leading to a weekend full of “how did I think this was a good idea?” moments.
While I absolutely do not claim to be the day party expert, I’ve definitely figured out my own best practices for having a good time without feeling like hell the next day(s).
One of my favorite things about summer is the camping! I’ve already been up north, to NH, to help my dad set up for his climbing camp, and I plan on returning again this week to relax for a few days. Though I go up there multiple times per summer, I always have to take a moment to remember the gear I always forget to pack and regret not bringing.
The basics always make it in.. the tent, the sleeping bag, the sleeping pad, some athletic clothing so that I don’t get too gross while I work up a sweat. But I’ve definitely learned my lesson about forgetting a versatile hoodie.