I’m in the car on my way to Atlanta with my mom and step dad, I’ve said my see u laters and to be completely honest I was fine. Until this morning and I don’t know if it all just became more real or maybe it was saying goodbye to Sam but it hit me hard. Sitting in the back seat watching everything fly past me thinking to myself I won’t be back here again for 11 months. WOW! It’s hitting me hard folks, Ive been holding back tears all morning, trying to be ok with it all. Last night as I was shoving everything into my bag, packing and unpacking, repacking , weighing, repacking and repeating this process about a million times I finally gave up with a bag weighing 47lbs instead of 40. Which looking back now wasn’t such a good idea it’s an added stresser. I have been racking my brain all morning and most of the night asking myself what can I leave behind? I feel like I have packed less than what I took to camp but my bag weighs a lot more than what it did going to camp! It’s a never ending circle, maybe when I’m with the team we can come together and figure out where I can drop some stuff and let mom and Blane take it home. But it’s the weirdest feeling being completely fine one min and seconds from tears the next! Your emotions are all over the place!
