Only two more weeks of summer to go. Actually, there’s almost a month left of summer, but I know that once I leave here, it won’t really feel like summer anymore.I really don’t feel like I’ve been here for nine weeks, but at the same time, week one, staff training, the trip here… seem like such a long time ago. The whole time I’ve been here, I haven’t wanted to leave, but in all the ups and downs of the last week, I’m starting to realize that there are still things I miss about home. And about Clemson. And while leaving the community here, and the “Little town with the Big Heart” Andrews, NC will be hard, I’m growing more ok with it as it gets closer.
It’s been such a bittersweet summer. it’s been hard but I’ve loved every minute of it. First Baptist is coming tomorrow. I’m really excited. The excitement of seeing them has been a good reminder that goes on outside of camp. My little sister has her license now, and I’ll have to remember to hide my keys when I go home. I’ve been in a consistent summer-long game of phone tag with the some of the people I love the most. I’ve almost forgotten that in the real world, most people take showers every day and don’t live out of their cars or all the other things I’ve gotten used to doing here.
Real world, I hate you but i kinda sorta miss you.
