I’m here at the local coffeehouse after not being here for the past two months. It feels strange. There’s not a lot of people inside and new baristas working that have no idea who I am (or how much money I’ve spent on their coffee). I’ll admit, I was kind of hoping someone would recognize me here and ask how my summer has been because it’s been fantastic and I’m trying to find any given excuse to talk about it. But I guess blogging about my summer will have to do.
I really don’t even know where to begin. About 2 months ago, I was up at 4 am packing my bag to spend my 10th summer at sleep away camp. You may be thinking ‘sleep away camp? Aren’t you a little old for that?’ Well the answer is no and I could write an entirely separate blog entry about why camp is one of the most beneficial things a person could experience. So anyway, I was up at 4 am packing my bag because packing is one of the many things I always procrastinate on. I remember laying on a mound of clothes feeling excited and nervous and stressed because I had so many things that I needed to take care of before I left and hadn’t done any of them. But somehow, everything fell into place and, two months later, I’m back at the beloved coffeehouse smiling to myself about the amazing summer I’ve had.
I had a lot of doubts about going back to camp. I was still getting situated here in Milwaukee and was given some psychotic looks when people found out I was going back to camp for my 10th summer. But I could care less what people think about the fact that I’ve spent half of my life at camp because every summer makes me more and more appreciative to have had the opportunity to be a part of a community as special as the one I have at camp.
Camp is the only place where I can sit in a room full of people and somehow feel like I know everyone, where I can put together any two articles of clothing and not be looked over twice, where break dancing and sliding down the stairs is socially acceptable. It’s a place where I never run out of things to laugh about and even if I am having a bad day, is still a good day in comparison to not being at camp.
I have so many people to thank for this summer. People who have challenged me from a professional standpoint, those that have given me amazing and inspirational insight, people that have made me feel things that I’ve never felt before, and friends that are the reason why I come back summer after summer.
Last year after camp, I sat in this very same coffeehouse. I had no idea then where I would be going or how I would be spending my year. Little did I know that it would be here in Wisconsin and that, a year later, I would return to this coffeehouse with experiences I could’ve never imagined. Camp is the reason why I decided to take gap year in a new state and start this blog in the first place. It’s the reason why, in just a few weeks, I will be returning to school here and pursuing my passion in writing. And it’s the reason why I am not afraid to be myself or take risks.
In a few days, I’ll be returning to New York for the first time in 6 months. To be honest, I’m a little nervous but I feel more positive about my decision to go to Wisconsin than I ever have before and I can’t wait to blog about the many experiences that await this year.
So in conclusion, thank you to everyone that has made camp possible and to all the people I’ve met throughout the years. You guyz are amazing and I love you