As the rhythm of showering amidst strangers and sleeping with only a thin sheen of mesh between me and the outside world becomes “normal”, I start to feel that inner pleading for the comforts of home. It’s been 12 days since John, Lydian, and I took off in the tent camper. Camile, Lydian’s friend and band-mate joined us three days ago. Though I thoroughly enjoy being out of my element, I’m still human and I ...