camp blues

Well... I did it. I let John go to camp. And I actually only cried very little. It was just my dad, John, and I that went up. With gas prices soaring to eye-bulging prices we decided to take the car, instead of the Whole family by van. Thank heavens too. My mother would not have been as tactful as my father. I know she loves me, but she would prolly ask if I was going to miss it, and would it hurt much, with her eyes all filled with love and compassion. That would Really hurt. Like when she asks about my dancing.

Of course I'm going to miss camp. In many ways, I found myself there. It was more of a home to me than My home was. Most likely because I had more free reign. But I have many reasons to be glad I'm not going back. The new century scholarship, the summer college required, camp changing, new job.... The most attractive incentive to stay home though, is Jacob. I would miss him very terribly. This summer will be hard. Wonderful, but hard. It's going to be a step towards surviving when he goes off to college, and that will prepare me for his mission. If I were to just leave to camp and have only letters... It would Not be good. I'd prolly ask Delaney to commandeer her phone again and escape to my spot up at George Town.. Actually, I don't think I would like those memories. I would pick a new spot.

Anywho, it doesn't matter in any case, as I'm not going up. The drive is particularly beautiful early June. It's sooo lush and green everywhere. When it heats up everything goes brown and yellow. I even picked a small bunch of wild flowers.