[sweet disposition]

so stay there
'cause i'll be coming over


-temper trap


[hallelujah]


it never comes in trickles but in floods. floods in wall posts, in music, in pictures, in messages, in transit. i don't think i can express in words just how deeply i miss camp and everyone connected with it. this isn't new. i've just been so incredibly affected by my experiences there that to try to verbalize how i feel at this present time would only sound shallow and repetitive.
OH. SO. EMO.
i talked with a friend this weekend about taking off a week and visiting camp.
that's sounding better and better with every minute.

(don't get me wrong. i ADORE colorado and the wonderful people i've met here. my job is going wonderfully, the kids are hilarious (a small child just today told me i looked like a cop in my aviators :) - though sometimes extremely challenging, and i'm loving what i'm doing. it's just that camp pulls at my heartstrings in such a way that unmistakable and irreplaceable, even irresistible.)

so here i sit, hundreds of miles away from the people with whom i feel most home.

i'm torn. to wish for summer would be to wish away the sweet, melting smell of fall, with the burning leaves decorating cement sidewalks, as well as the frosty winter and the newly upturned dirt of spring.
i can't wish all that time away, knowing that there are going to be some incredibly precious moments between now and home.
but home sounds so wonderful right now.


love.love.love.