| | I'm baaaaaaaaack.
Second year summer was love. Let's be honest... nothing can top first year summer. But second year summer was pretty sickass nonetheless. Being in charge rocks hardcore. As does bike trips across Vermont, INSANITY, Canada, waterslide, ironman-ing, and soooo much more. I'm still in denial. My seven years at Camp Walt Whitman have come to a close. Where I'll end up I'm not quite sure. But I know that a large part of who I am today is based upon my summers spent in that random spot where the purple lilacs grow.
I leave for Africa... tomorrow.
The NEARLY DAILY PONDERABLE is "When will I find time to pack?!"
Ack. Oh dear. -js |
| | Posted 8/13/2006 11:46 PM - 19 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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