Aged 40, I went on a summer camp that felt like a summer camp afterward. On drives, walks, and rides since, I’ve oscillated between the joy of having been to camp and the sadness of it being over. Aged 40. A few months ago, looking at my sons, I felt sorry never to have this feeling — camp sickness? — again. And there I am.
Hoi Jasper, good to see you back. See you next weekend when I can hear your work stories firsthand