Strangely enough I don’t feel as though I could colapse into bed. I’m sure that will change shortly.
I don’t know if there was anything significant to camp. I’m sure it was significant to some people, namely the three teenaged girls who were baptized while we were there. But I’m still trying to find the significance in my life. At this point I don’t know what that is. Maybe this was the camp where I eventually grew up and took responsiblity without necessarily feeling as though I had to do certain things to please myself or those around me.
I’m not necessarily feeling those blues that you get when you get home from camp. I guess it hasn’t hit me yet, and I’m not sure it will.
This week I learned to sleep with loud snoring; how to deal with seven 8 year olds who don’t neccessarily want to pay attention. And I learned that vacation doesn’t neccessarily mean rest. It can be pretty hard work at times – trying to be 2 places at once.
More to come later. I think that idea of colapsing into bed just hit me.