bubblehouse

It's been two days since I returned from Camp MMW, and I still feel like I haven't returned to reality yet. The experience was kind of like joining Fight Club — everything at work has had the volume turned down.

When I was first accepted, I wasn't really sure I was going to go. I had been amassing a decent-sized pile of debt, and I wasn't sure if it would be wise to get that much deeper, but conversations with friends and family convinced me that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and besides, "when was the last time you took a vacation?"