home
I am home. I worked a session and a half: the adult/child session, and half of a longer session. Thankfully, they found a practical nurse to hire for what remains of the summer, and I could leave without feeling guilty that my friends who still work there all summer would have to be trying to cover the health center.
From the first day I arrived at camp I felt something strange, which I eventually identified as the feeling that this was the last time I was going to be at this camp, barring the possible nostalgia trip ten or twenty years from now. I've wondered if I would Know, and now I'm almost sure.
What a strange feeling.
And now I'm back in the city, where the air does not smell as good (although it doesn't come in a cloud of dust the way it does at camp, happily), I have to sleep under a ceiling (the stars and moon were truly incredible this last week), and the water tastes curiously flat. That surprised me--I've never thought this camp had particularly interesting water; it's Arrowhead where the water tastes like something alive (well, some people say it tastes like "dirt" or "fallen leaves).
Since I moved the camp library to the health center years ago (for my own personal convenience), I had the chance to reread a bunch of Babysitters Club books, which are always sort of fascinating. One of the many sweet memories that washed over me this last week was reading aloud books from the California Diaries (excellent Babysitters Club spinoff) to the counselors-in-training.
Babysitters Club books are just so... gay, which makes them perfect camp reading.
From the first day I arrived at camp I felt something strange, which I eventually identified as the feeling that this was the last time I was going to be at this camp, barring the possible nostalgia trip ten or twenty years from now. I've wondered if I would Know, and now I'm almost sure.
What a strange feeling.
And now I'm back in the city, where the air does not smell as good (although it doesn't come in a cloud of dust the way it does at camp, happily), I have to sleep under a ceiling (the stars and moon were truly incredible this last week), and the water tastes curiously flat. That surprised me--I've never thought this camp had particularly interesting water; it's Arrowhead where the water tastes like something alive (well, some people say it tastes like "dirt" or "fallen leaves).
Since I moved the camp library to the health center years ago (for my own personal convenience), I had the chance to reread a bunch of Babysitters Club books, which are always sort of fascinating. One of the many sweet memories that washed over me this last week was reading aloud books from the California Diaries (excellent Babysitters Club spinoff) to the counselors-in-training.
Babysitters Club books are just so... gay, which makes them perfect camp reading.