Right after I graduated high school I went to work at a camp. It was at this camp that I met my husband. I worked two summers there and then got an internship that prohibited me from doing that. After college I got married at the camp and moved there with my husband. We lived there for 7 months in a small but cozy cabin. This camp will always have a special place in my heart.
Living elsewhere now I feel like I'm missing out. I'm no longer driving to camp to visit Jon on weekends. I'm no longer living there interacting daily with staff and campers. As a result I feel like I'm being left behind.
I know that a big part of life includes moving on and leaving things behind, but why this? It's tough seeing the updates on camp and knowing I'm not there. But I must move on, at least for now.
Maybe someday we will go back to the camp. Maybe when the camp director retires and offers the job to Jon. I don't know if Jon will accept it or not; we'll cross that bridge when we get there. For now I just need to focus on the new things I'm partaking in rather than the things I'm missing out on.
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