Moving On

So camp has been over for two weeks.  It's been two weeks of feeling like I'm missing something in my life.  It has just been really hard leaving and adjusting to living a real world life.  I miss that camp bubble.  I can't even begin to sort through everything that was so fantastic about this summer.  But I've been trying to think of why it's so difficult for me to leave places.  Using camp as an example, it's not like I'll never be back there again, because I will go back, whether it's just to visit, or as a counselor again.  I'll see the place again.  But I think it's more about the moving on part.

Whenever something ends or is done for an extended period of time, I really struggle.  I thought it was about leaving that thing behind, but the more I think about it, I think it's jumping into this new thing; this thing that's different.  Like from camp, coming back to Drake.  Last year, leaving home, but going to college for the first time.  I don't like new things.  I would like to like new things, but I think my brain just gets used to things one way, and if it's all working out, why change it?

Even though it's challenging, I think this forced change is good.  That's difficult for me to say, but I think it's true.  I need that change, that something new so I don't get stuck in a rut.  I want my life to be about so many different things.  I want to experience as much as possible, and I can't do everything all in one place.

"Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are."