mommy wow...
nostalgia always seems to make me wanna write.
my heart is aching for some real outdoors. i miss camp. i miss star gazing, dodgeball, dewey grass, waking up inside a damp sleeping bag covered in dirt, ants and spiders, the smell of campfire that never washes out of my hair and most of all s'mores. no, that's a lie, i miss the people there most of all. lookin back through this journal i captured memories of nearly five summer's spent working at camp ernst - and sure, being outdoors and hanging out with happy, hilarious kid's is amazing, but the fact that I got to spend ten weeks a summer doing it with my best friends - that's just completely indescribable.
i'm lucky enough to live in an area now where the great outdoors are just a short drive away. i can surf in the pacific, ski the rockies, or hike in yosemite, all of which i plan to do in the near future, but you can betcha the fresh air and the starry skies aint gonna be half as wonderful as they would be layin out on the memorial talkin life, playin never-have-i-ever and wishing on shooting stars (real ones, not airplanes) with my very best friends.
guess you gotta grow up at some point - and it makes goin back and visiting that place, and those people even better than before :)
back to reality. my parent's visited on sunday! it was SO good to see them (although much too short lived) -- without them, i really wouldn't be here (i mean like, here in los angeles, not here on earth - that's a given) it was tough for them to accept i was moving across the country. my mom was in denial for an entire year about it, and i think it only just hit her this past weekend, but even still, she supported me through it all and so did my dad, and that's what really got me here in the end. and even though i knew this was what i wanted to do for some time, i don't think it hit ME until I was saying goodbye to my dad and he started to cry. never seen my dad cry -- never really want to again, but it was sweet. i guess i'm like my dad in a lot of ways, trying to hide my emotions all the time, so it was somehow a mixture of scary, refreshing and sad to see him all choked up over me - and as he was wiping tears from his eyes he asked me if he could PLEASE fly me home for thanksgiving. that's when reality really set in for myself. i've pretty much kept within a 5 hour radius of "home" all my life so working out thanksgiving and christmas has always been a breeze. of course when i was in nashville i came home for our jimmy buffet themed thanksgiving! of course when i was livin in chicago i came home for my mom amazing christmas cookies! but now, tryin to arrange travel plans that involve 2200 miles between us, it aint so easy - and even though my pops asked nicely, i won't be going home for thanksgiving. sad..
i think i just brought myself back to the same point as my last rant: guess you gotta grow up at some point - and it makes goin back and visiting that place, and those people even better than before :)
hmm.
moral of the story... i'm a big kid now.
my heart is aching for some real outdoors. i miss camp. i miss star gazing, dodgeball, dewey grass, waking up inside a damp sleeping bag covered in dirt, ants and spiders, the smell of campfire that never washes out of my hair and most of all s'mores. no, that's a lie, i miss the people there most of all. lookin back through this journal i captured memories of nearly five summer's spent working at camp ernst - and sure, being outdoors and hanging out with happy, hilarious kid's is amazing, but the fact that I got to spend ten weeks a summer doing it with my best friends - that's just completely indescribable.
i'm lucky enough to live in an area now where the great outdoors are just a short drive away. i can surf in the pacific, ski the rockies, or hike in yosemite, all of which i plan to do in the near future, but you can betcha the fresh air and the starry skies aint gonna be half as wonderful as they would be layin out on the memorial talkin life, playin never-have-i-ever and wishing on shooting stars (real ones, not airplanes) with my very best friends.
guess you gotta grow up at some point - and it makes goin back and visiting that place, and those people even better than before :)
back to reality. my parent's visited on sunday! it was SO good to see them (although much too short lived) -- without them, i really wouldn't be here (i mean like, here in los angeles, not here on earth - that's a given) it was tough for them to accept i was moving across the country. my mom was in denial for an entire year about it, and i think it only just hit her this past weekend, but even still, she supported me through it all and so did my dad, and that's what really got me here in the end. and even though i knew this was what i wanted to do for some time, i don't think it hit ME until I was saying goodbye to my dad and he started to cry. never seen my dad cry -- never really want to again, but it was sweet. i guess i'm like my dad in a lot of ways, trying to hide my emotions all the time, so it was somehow a mixture of scary, refreshing and sad to see him all choked up over me - and as he was wiping tears from his eyes he asked me if he could PLEASE fly me home for thanksgiving. that's when reality really set in for myself. i've pretty much kept within a 5 hour radius of "home" all my life so working out thanksgiving and christmas has always been a breeze. of course when i was in nashville i came home for our jimmy buffet themed thanksgiving! of course when i was livin in chicago i came home for my mom amazing christmas cookies! but now, tryin to arrange travel plans that involve 2200 miles between us, it aint so easy - and even though my pops asked nicely, i won't be going home for thanksgiving. sad..
i think i just brought myself back to the same point as my last rant: guess you gotta grow up at some point - and it makes goin back and visiting that place, and those people even better than before :)
hmm.
moral of the story... i'm a big kid now.