I miss came. I am tired and melancholy. It was an exhausting week but so rejuvenating. I miss the people and the companionship we all shared. It is the knowledge that there are people I may never see again that makes me sad, or may only see once a year at camp. It is hard to keep in contact when we all live such different lives. Thrown together with a bunch of people you barely know, get to know each other and then leave a week later. I miss hysterical laughter and the river and the camp fire. It is my favourite place in the world but I only ever get to spend a week a year there. So much love poured out and received. My childhood years revolved around camp and in high school it saved me and brought me back to God. So easy to laugh and hang out with people I didn't know a week ago. And now back to the real world, with technology and responsibilities and I want to go back to the bubble of camp. I know I can't live in that bubble, I just wish a week wasn't so quick.
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