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Why is it that drinking cold water after eating ice cream is the most delicious thing in the world?
I'm moving tomorrow. It's sad and wonderful at the same time. I love Houston and everything it has to offer, but if there's anything that these nine days at home have taught me, it's that I don't live here anymore. It's time to move on, and it's time to go to college.
Still, I can't help but marvel at the irony of the summer. Before it happened, I hoped it would go by quickly so that I could close my eyes and be in college when I opened them. Now, I close my eyes and wish I was back in Massachusetts, back at camp. I miss late night visits to Friendly's. I miss telling stories to eight year old boys. I miss the way that eight year old boys will believe anything you tell them. I miss boating during perek gimel and vaad meetings during perek hay. I miss walking around camp and finding random articles of clothing with my campers' names on them. I miss staff training with Sally, and I miss finally getting a barbecue from Ed.
I miss sitting on the porch. I miss talking to people as I watch them go by. I miss nights that go down to forty degrees. I miss the summer. I miss Dan. I miss Danny. I miss Va'ad Daniel. I miss Suzanne. I miss Shira. I miss the SEC meetings. I miss Rachel. I miss the boating crew. I miss Wosh Wachel. I miss Yoav. I miss staff meetings. I miss going on days off. I miss all of it.
Will I miss home?
I'm moving tomorrow. It's sad and wonderful at the same time. I love Houston and everything it has to offer, but if there's anything that these nine days at home have taught me, it's that I don't live here anymore. It's time to move on, and it's time to go to college.
Still, I can't help but marvel at the irony of the summer. Before it happened, I hoped it would go by quickly so that I could close my eyes and be in college when I opened them. Now, I close my eyes and wish I was back in Massachusetts, back at camp. I miss late night visits to Friendly's. I miss telling stories to eight year old boys. I miss the way that eight year old boys will believe anything you tell them. I miss boating during perek gimel and vaad meetings during perek hay. I miss walking around camp and finding random articles of clothing with my campers' names on them. I miss staff training with Sally, and I miss finally getting a barbecue from Ed.
I miss sitting on the porch. I miss talking to people as I watch them go by. I miss nights that go down to forty degrees. I miss the summer. I miss Dan. I miss Danny. I miss Va'ad Daniel. I miss Suzanne. I miss Shira. I miss the SEC meetings. I miss Rachel. I miss the boating crew. I miss Wosh Wachel. I miss Yoav. I miss staff meetings. I miss going on days off. I miss all of it.
Will I miss home?