Two days ago, I packed for my first camping trip, and even though I've been a little nervous,

I was also excited.

Camping is in quotations because I know a lot if you won't consider staying in a cabin

in the woods to be camping.

I get that, but I'm a city girl.

I was born in one of the largest cities in the world and I've lived my entire life.

The most time I've spent amongst nature has been picnicking in Central Park.

So to me, spending 10 days in a secluded cabin in the middle of the woods is basically camping.

My boyfriend writer, on the other hand, has been camping his entire life.

We met two years ago when he first moved to the city from the Pine Barrens in New Jersey.

He grew up in the middle of the woods, so for him, city life was the big adjustment.

On our first date, he told me all about his life as a piney.

I was taken by his adventurous nature and self-assuredness.

He first moved to the city for a construction job and he misses the quiet of the woods.

So I've agreed to a camping trip so I can experience this part of his life that he loves

and cherishes.

I really love writer and I want to be able to love this part of his lifestyle.

But I have to confess that so far things haven't been comfortable.

I don't mean the bugs or the creaky old mattress, which is fine, not my favorite, but,

you know, I'm not some pants you can't handle it.

There's just some aspects of this whole camping thing that are seriously unerving me.

To start, the cabin he rented is really seriously remote.

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