By your mid-twenties, you can largely live your life knowing the same three people in your same industry, in your little corner of the world. The older we get, the harder it becomes to make friends, or to develop real human connections with strangers, particularly as we get further from school, the place where human connection was mandatory for survival. I was heading to Camp No Counselors, a three-day summer camp for adults with locations across North America, complete with activities, dance parties, and open bars. It felt like a lot to carry in a backpack, but I was more concerned about being teased for bringing luggage into the woods. I stopped short at one of the suggested items - “tribal tattoos” - because I’m not a fucking idiot. I briefly considered bringing a rolling suitcase so I could accommodate the entire packing list: running shoes, sandals, bug spray, sunscreen, multiple hot-weather tank tops plus a few fleece sweaters for cold nights, a Wonder Woman costume, a Woodstock costume, heart-shaped sunglasses.
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