8-29-11

We awoke early to the sound of, "You guys need to start packing!" because my brother needed to be back at school if he wanted to go to football practice.

So, we got everything packed and in the car, and we were on our way.

The ride home always seems much shorter than the ride up there, and this time was no exception.

I always get sentimental whenever I leave Okoboji. I think about the amazing times I've had up there. And really, I can't think of a single bad moment up there. I've mostly every single one of my favorite memories there with my friends. God, it's just so incredible.

However, I do prefer to go up there to go to camp, but regular vacation is fun too.

Gahhh, I wish I could just go on forever about going to camp up there, but it would just be too much to type.

ITUHiunIU#N$#UIH$N#Iu34i3ubI#B#$Y#IU#HQIJODIAJOIA is the only way I can describe my love for Camp Foster, really. It had no words, it has no bounds, and my enormous (that's not even a large enough word to describe it) love for it will never end, ever.

I was thinking, and I realized that, I have never been sure about what I want to do with my future, but if there's one thing that's remained constant throughout the years, it's that I know that I want to be a camp counselor at Foster, no doubt about it. I just never want it to not be a part of my life, I don't know what I'm going to do when I say, "See ya later." for the last time to it...

Man, enough of that. I'll just leave me and my thoughts to be now.