Readjustment, etc.
Reanna and I have both kind of deserted this…sorry.
Coming back from camp is weird this year. It’s always weird, but I’m living in the present so the last week and a half have seemed weird. I had the usual, “Hey, why are you wearing flip flops to dinner?” for a couple days, I’ve had the random sadness of unpacking, I’ve creeped on Facebook pictures from camp years and years ago, blah blah blah. And I’ve tried to reintegrate myself into normal life again because you really don’t want to admit that you miss camp. “I don’t wish I were back there at all. What are you talking about? The real world is so much more fun.” But I’m not used to being done with camp in June. It’s odd to be at home, because usually we leave for a family vacation the week after I get back. It’s weird to not have a lot of the staff be done, too, and get to talk to them some. Because sometimes they miss camp, too. I know this is super random and rambly and junk. But I guess what I’m saying is that stuff is different, things change, people grow up, and there are some things that no matter how hard you try, you can’t predict, get used to, and avoid. Like change.
~Rach
