i got back from mississippi monday night. i came home to an empty house. i was greeted by my dog, maddie. she was pretty excited to see me. i was disappointed that no one was home, but it was nice to be able to walk through the house just looking. the walls had been painted, some furniture had been moved, but overall...it was the same.
it's always a hard transition coming home. for the first few days and sometimes even for a couple weeks, it's a weird time trying to figure out where you fit in the world you've just come back to battling with reflecting on memories and thoughts from the world that you've just come out of. it's hard. it's not something that others can fully understand. even those who have worked camp before can't fully grasp the things i experienced this summer. i'm working things out in my head...and on paper...and eventually some stuff will probably make it's way here. so bear with me as i work through some stuff.