Back when I spent most of my week in an office, there was something delicious—something refreshingly different—about indulging in domestic rituals on the weekend. I’d wake up, start the coffeemaker, empty the dishwasher, and sip my java on the couch. I could spend the whole day puttering from room to room, relishing the fond familiarity of my custom castle.
It’s safe to say I am now quite sick of said castle. I’ve been working at home since March, and with all social outings, public performances, and other reasons to wear attractive shoes canceled for the foreseeable forever, my once-comforting home rituals have become a monotonous loop. Eager to experience a dose of different—and safe—my husband, John, and I happily accepted an invitation to spend a weekend in a 20-foot Airstream trailer. We picked it up, stocked it with bare essentials and hauled it to a charming campsite on a farm near Avila Beach for two nights.