I spent the first part of it at camp. I am not even sure I can put into words how much this summer at camp has meant to me, how much every summer at camp has meant to me. The time spent with fellow Christians and friends is something I hold so dear to my heart. Camp is so crazy, and wonderful, and you don't hear much about the outside world. Your entire life is completely immersed in camp and camp forever friends. That makes coming home hard. Really, really hard.
I think what makes it so hard is goodbye. Even though we all know that we will see each again, although not for a while, saying goodbye to people you've lived with all summer is probably one of the hardest things I've ever have to do.
Looking back, I smile at all the good times. The wonderful, craziness of this summer. Riding horses bareback, ( or just riding horses in general.) Building benches while I was serving on a work crew, dancing in the rain, and just plain having fun and not worrying about much at all.
So yes, goodbyes were hard. As hard as ever. Yet I am so thankful for the great family and friends I've gained this summer and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, even if there are goodbyes.
~KayK
