Prissy City Woman

This weekend while camping in the mountains of NC, I came to a realization about myself.  Somewhere along the way, I have changed from a mountain girl to a prissy city woman.  I've always considered myself someone who enjoys nature and "roughing it".  And that is not altogether untrue.  The nature part is true.  I love nature. 

Well, I love "most" of it.  I don't love huge spiders or beetles or anything that chooses to buzz past me too closely.  Insects of any kind are not my favorite thing.  Other than ladybugs.  I actually do like ladybugs.

As far as "roughing it" goes, I admit it.  I hate roughing it.  I had much rather sleep in a comfortable bed with a big soft mattress and pillows than on the hard ground or on a tiny bunk in a camper.  I had much rather have a bathroom in the near vicinity than have to walk for half a mile to get to one.....and then have to dodge huge spiders hanging in their webs and flying insects along the way.  And I prefer sitting down to a nice dinner rather than eating out of a cooler or burning hot dogs over an open fire.

I like being able to blow dry my hair and wear clothes that are not wrinkled.  And I love being able to shower in a shower stall where the water is hot and I am not standing on a wooden board.  Of course, bubble baths are even better.

There is great freedom in admitting this.  I am a certifiable prissy city girl and will not apologize for it. 

I do, however, love to look at the mountains, waterfalls, and smell the fresh air. I love seeing the sunlight peeking through the pine trees and the way life seems so much simpler the closer I get to nature. 

I suppose what I need is a Hilton in the mountains with a balcony view.    All of the luxuries along with all of the beauty of nature.  Yes, that would be just perfect.