Today I returned to camp to say goodbye to people. It was sad. But it was also happy. I’m sad to leave and not be able to see most of them ever again (and the ones that I will see again won’t be very often), but I also know that I will hold the memories dear in my heart. I’ve decided that I don’t want to look back on camp and be sad, I want to be able to look back and be happy at the memory. I don’t want to long for it to return, I want to remember it as a happy time that was a stepping stone in moving onto what God has in store for me today.
Also I got to partake in one last dance party because we were there over lunch hour. It was delightful to say the least. I will miss parts, but I will take them with me into “real life”