“And when life is getting me down, as sometimes it will do,
My heart will come back to these mountains
and I'll remember you
I'll remember the love that we shared
and the ways that we grew”
I'm not sure where the quote came from. But I have it saved to a "sticky note" on my computer to remind me of camp. I don't usually use the stickies, but I did yesterday and smiled to remember camp.
I've been thinking about camp a surprising amount this weekend. It's interesting to observe. A few years ago, it was normal for me to somehow be reminded of camp several times a day. From the pictures on the walls to the music I listened to. From the books I read to the friends I talked to. Even if something wasn't directly related to camp, I could almost always connect it to something that reminded me of camp.
Most of the reminders are still present. Sure, I don't listen to the same music as much two summers out. No, I don't talk to people as regularly as I once did. Actually, I haven't really hung up any pictures in my bedroom here. But none of them are far out of reach.
And yet, I'm surprised that I've thought of camp a couple of times a day over this extended weekend. I didn't notice when it was not in the back of my mind at all times. Only now am I realizing that it's not.
Thinking about it, leaving college has almost been easier than leaving camp. It's still living in the back of my mind, the reminders through music, pictures, books, and friends are very much there. But at the same time, I don't feel as homesick for college-home. Not sure what it means. Maybe just that leaving a home of 4 years is easier than leaving one of 13 years.
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