all the little things that make up a memory

Camp is over. I'm unemployed. How do I sum up eleven weeks of my life?

I guess I can't, so I just have to move on. Nobody understands just what my job entailed. You have to be a camp counselor to appreciate the difficulty of the job. It's not easy, but it's so rewarding. It's physically and emotionally draining. But you look back at the relationships you've developed with these kids and it's hard to let go.

But I am moving on. I'm getting ready to leave this place and journey to the high plains. It is T-minus 7 days to sabatical. I signed a lease yesterday for this cool house that is a few blocks away from where I'm living now. I'm excited to have a wilderness for my backyard. This place was made for us. (If anyone wants to come over and sleep in our hammocks you are more than welcome. Hopefully we can find a good place to set up a slackline as well.) My life is moving forward. It always works out.

Change is the only constant.