Camp Life

Working seasonally is a lot like Summer Camp. There are many people that you only see during your work season. Shenanigans are a given, and there’s  a distinct sense of some other place. When you work seasonally, the real world feels left behind.

In my current Camp Life, I’m on my own about 90% of the time. I get up before everyone else and consequently go to bed early.  It’s nice though.

Being on my own a lot can be a challenge. Because I have depression, I tend to ruminate, which means replaying trauma over and over in my head. It’s not a good place to be.

Years ago, I figured out that having something engaging to listen to like a podcast or songs I know the words to helps a lot. These things give me something else to focus on so I don’t have to relive my life’s disappointments.

I often listen to NPR. It always felt like listening to a smart friend telling me something they recently learned about. The funny thing is, now, I do have a smart friend who is an announcer on an NPR station, and hearing a familiar voice brings both comfort and joy.

The weather can be delightful here with a combination of warm sun and light breeze. Other times it’s a cold damp rain. There are birds and bugs, the occasional low of a neighboring cow and the squeal of the farm’s piglets.

It’s still early days. We have a bit more time to enjoy the comfort of the farm before we move to our next location.

Published by Clarisa

Traveler, Writer, Cook, Mariner, Veteran

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