My partner and I spent a night in a tent a few days ago. We did this because we went to a super cool (and very secret) event in the middle of nowhere, giving us the chance to stay overnight and camp deep in the woods.
We had a lovely time! The place and the event were truly beautiful - we will never forget it. One other thing we will never forget is the night itself, but for completely different reasons. Before I continue, you must know that we are really not night owls, at least not anymore.
I like to be the first to retreat after a night out, and I know that in most cases, my partner will be right behind me, having brushed their teeth.
I used to act very differently, though. Anyone who met me in my teenage years and twenties knows I was the last to go home - if I went home, that is. Moderation was really not my strong suit, mainly due to fear of missing out and peer pressure. All my friends were party animals - I wanted them to like me.
After being out too long too often, I realized I was still missing something: who I am and who I want to be. Now, at the respectable age of 29 (and a half!), I proudly identify as a calm introvert with moderation.