So though we've come to the end of the road...
I have officially two weeks left to start preparing for school and separating myself from camp and all the people who've become fixtures in my life over the last 10 weeks. That makes me want to hurl. I don't want to leave them. This past week was the best week of camp in about 14 years programatically. I've never seen so many kids excited for color games or the pirate theme. I've never seen so much effort put into making a vision become something real. I don't want to leave them. It hurts me. I think my heart is breaking a little