So So Much to Write
For the most part I had a beautiful summer. My first summer at camp (5 years ago) was one of the most amazing ones of my life and it ended 5 years later in much the same way. The land, the staff, the friends and the lovers all chilling will be something I will cherish for the rest of my life. It's incredible that something so unexpected can have such an impact on your life. I found one of the best friends I'll ever have at that camp and I discovered so much about myself that it will be hard for anything to compare.
Destroying what feels like a second home to me and leaving it was so unbelieveably hard that I'm not sure I can put it into words. There is this certain spirit... this like youthful, magical air surrounding cjd and everyone who has come into contact with it has definitely grew and became a better person. The fact that it won't be there anymore for anyone else breaks my heart. God, I would have never thought I would become so attached to a place... but it's really everything. Actually, when you think of it, I did most of my growing up there. (growing as a person I am talking about). I watched it be gutted and demolished and it was so hard, so hard to say goodbye to everything. The camp is going to be at a new location next summer but I don't think that it will ever be the same. That isn't necissarily a bad thing, change can be for the better but I don't think I could go to the new place. I want my memories of the place I love to stay in st alphonse de rodriguez, just outside of joliette and rawdon; in the dining hall, the boat house, the staff house, the lodge and at the point. I took pictures... two films full so at least I will always have those.
I feel like I didn't even really get to say goodbye. The past week we'd been working so hard to pack everything up and move it that I didn't get that much of a chance to just sit down and take it all in. My last week there went so fast, as did the whole summer actually.
All good things must come to an end as this one certainly did, I just hope that as the good comes to an end, even better things will somehow take its place.
I love all the land and the water and the building there, I love the people i've met and all the kids, all the hugs, all the sleepovers, all the late nite chats, all the food (even tho terrible at times), all the moments, all the laughs, all the cries, all the lovers (only two for myself but that was enough), all the visits, all the sunsets and sunrises, all the star gazing and moon watching, the boat rides, the swimming, the campfires and talent shows and pirate plays... basically everything... So i guess this is my mourning time... it all meant and will continue to mean so much to me and countless others.
For the most part I had a beautiful summer. My first summer at camp (5 years ago) was one of the most amazing ones of my life and it ended 5 years later in much the same way. The land, the staff, the friends and the lovers all chilling will be something I will cherish for the rest of my life. It's incredible that something so unexpected can have such an impact on your life. I found one of the best friends I'll ever have at that camp and I discovered so much about myself that it will be hard for anything to compare.
Destroying what feels like a second home to me and leaving it was so unbelieveably hard that I'm not sure I can put it into words. There is this certain spirit... this like youthful, magical air surrounding cjd and everyone who has come into contact with it has definitely grew and became a better person. The fact that it won't be there anymore for anyone else breaks my heart. God, I would have never thought I would become so attached to a place... but it's really everything. Actually, when you think of it, I did most of my growing up there. (growing as a person I am talking about). I watched it be gutted and demolished and it was so hard, so hard to say goodbye to everything. The camp is going to be at a new location next summer but I don't think that it will ever be the same. That isn't necissarily a bad thing, change can be for the better but I don't think I could go to the new place. I want my memories of the place I love to stay in st alphonse de rodriguez, just outside of joliette and rawdon; in the dining hall, the boat house, the staff house, the lodge and at the point. I took pictures... two films full so at least I will always have those.
I feel like I didn't even really get to say goodbye. The past week we'd been working so hard to pack everything up and move it that I didn't get that much of a chance to just sit down and take it all in. My last week there went so fast, as did the whole summer actually.
All good things must come to an end as this one certainly did, I just hope that as the good comes to an end, even better things will somehow take its place.
I love all the land and the water and the building there, I love the people i've met and all the kids, all the hugs, all the sleepovers, all the late nite chats, all the food (even tho terrible at times), all the moments, all the laughs, all the cries, all the lovers (only two for myself but that was enough), all the visits, all the sunsets and sunrises, all the star gazing and moon watching, the boat rides, the swimming, the campfires and talent shows and pirate plays... basically everything... So i guess this is my mourning time... it all meant and will continue to mean so much to me and countless others.
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