Were I in college, it would be a couple of pairs of extra underwear, a few cases of beer and a few blunts.
Now that my life is half a century later, I’m willing to go to my mountain house. I have my stuff there, I know the place and I don’t have to fly or stay in a germ ridden hotel room that was barely cleaned. I’m getting sicker, so big travel plans are now not in my life
I stayed in an airbnb last year that was a dump. It was completely different from the pictures and description.
So for me, I go to one of my houses and that’s it.
If I can bring my dog, it’s even better.
Delusions of Adequacy 