But this week, all I wanted to do was feel like a non-counsellor. So I returned to the world I once loved – a place of shopping and quality coffee and real food – and was invited ‘home’ with fellow counsellor, Kate.
Kate lives in Delran, a suburb which lies between two suburbs in New Jersey – Camden and Moorestown. If we were in Sydney, this would be like comparing Silverwater with Potts Point. Camden is an industrial wasteland with a crime-rate going through the roof, while Moorestown boasts acreage, architecture and country clubs. Yet they exist side by side.
I'd also forgotten the sheer bliss of being in a home, with a bathroom and bedrooms and a kitchen which produces real food. We were treated to a fully-blown roast dinner with carrots and beans and gravy and mash, all topped off with one hearty slice of peanut butter pie.
And served alongside the food were plenty of licks from Kate's dog, Kira - a golden ball of lovin' who had just as much right at the dinner table as the humans.
And so we returned to camp full of food, licked to death and recharged with all the goodness of home.
And so we returned to camp full of food, licked to death and recharged with all the goodness of home.
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