^^title comes from a cool phone convo I had with a friend a few months ago that stuck with me (BEV).
I graduate high school in two days. In eight days I pack away my life for eleven weeks to work at camp all summer. In less than four months I board a plane taking me away from everything and everyone I have ever known.
I get nostalgic sometimes, and other times I’m elated at what lies ahead. Last night was a nostalgic one, made complete by “Ready, Set, Don’t Go” by Billy Ray Cyrus.
Next week I leave for camp. I remember being a little seventh grade camper and promising myself that I WOULD be on staff one day. Now that dream is coming true, and I can hardly think about anything else. I am excited to live with like-minded people all summer; I’m excited to be exhausted but still press on. I am giddy at the thought of all the new friends I’ll make, as well as cultivating old friendships.
Yet I know on Wednesday night when I throw my red cap into the air, I’ll remember the 13 years at Union. I’ll remember the golden days at Darnaby (the best school in the land), and the horribly awkward years in middle school that I am eager to have erased from my memory. I’ll remember that time in 8th grade when I dressed up like a weird robot in a green wig and won a dance competition with one of my best friends (we may have rigged the voting who really knows?), and that other time when I thought it would be hilarious to sing “Thriller” as a joke in an audition for 8th Grade Idol. (This is why I want my middle-school memory erased). I’ll remember the annual hug I got from my best friends who live overseas that contained so much force that it threw us to the ground in laughter/tears each time. I’ll remember the long awaited quest to get my drivers license, and then wondering how I ever passed the test. I’ll remember crashing a prom I wasn’t invited to with one of my best friends (who also wasn’t invited), and the time I rode to Mississippi in a limo, only to be outside for two hours and then complete the nine hour journey back to Oklahoma.
And while I’m sad to know I’m ending this stage of my life, I feel ready (feelings are deceitful I’ll probably be freaking out in an hour), and I am delighted at the concept of making a whole list of new memories!
Over halfway there! Currently I am 54% funded! I never imagined making it this far, but God is faithful! If you feel led to support financially, there is a “Support Me” button next to the green bar at the top. Thank you all for support through prayer as well as financially. I’m so excited to bring hope to people’s lives!
