Do you remember the movie, The Gods Must be Crazy? It took on a cult status, even though some criticized it for being politically incorrect and portraying the Hottentot people as being simple-minded, when in reality, I thought it made the whites look pretty simple-minded.
But before I digress, assuming you saw it, remember when the pop bottle falls out of the sky and hits the guy on the head, then he picks it up with wonderment and awe, having never seen such a thing? This "gift" from the Gods starts a whole chain of events...
OK, hold onto that feeling of wonderment and awe that the guy had when seeing the bottle, as I take you through the cycle of wonderment and awe and insanity—a cycle that can last anywhere from a month to six months, but seldom longer.
You stand there for a moment, soaking it all in. And over here, more wonderment and awe, as you have all the water you need to wash dishes! And you can just turn this little handle and the stove comes on, no need to light a match and hope the wind doesn't blow it out! And look here! You can open this little door and turn this knob, and wonderment and awe, hot water and an endless shower! And oh my gosh, here's the bed, all made up and ready, and you can actually sit down and don't have to crawl into it on the ground while wondering if your knees are going to hold up.
And on and on, this feeling continues for days and even weeks, then gradually begins to fade as you get used to living in a house again, though every night, as you crawl into your comfy bed, you can't help but remember the cold and windy nights and luxuriate in your good fortune.
But eventually, winter passes, and you begin to forget the pain and uncertainty of camping. The bad memories of cold nights and rainy, windy days are gradually replaced with the wonderment and awe of memories of coyotes howling in the night, bright stars hanging just above you, the smoky campfire, that cowboy ain't happy without lonesome feeling of happiness...
When this transformation is complete, you know you're history, and there's nothing you can do about it. You start unpacking your camping gear, give notice, and stock up on ibuprofen for the knees, knowing it will be a few months before the cycle has turned and you can't wait to rent a little cottage again.
I don't understand it, but that's just the way it is. If you have a hitch, they call it hitch-itch, but if not, I think they just call it insanity.