The first thing I did when I got back from camping was clean out my fridge. I don’t know what that was about. I guess after just one single night out of living without amenities, something sparked in me in the way of:
“Brie, you live indoors, in a comfy apartment. Maybe you shouldn’t let food rot in your fridge because a) it smells, and b) if you lived in the wild and you kept things the way you keep them at home, you would have been mauled by a bear a long time ago.”
Live each day as if you were camping, knowing that if you do the slightest thing wrong, you’ll be eaten by a vicious bear.