Fall Began

I had my first of at least three Mowana retreats this past weekend. I have two more later in the month; this coming weekend I have off though. I believe my little sister is grateful.

It's definitely a different world, being at Mowana in the fall, as opposed to the summer. I suppose I shouldn't say the camp feels dead when it's not summer... but it kind of does. I'm sorry. When I was just looking at it by myself, no one else around, it was kind of depressing. I suppose I will learn to appreciate the seasonal differences.

In truth, it's the people I miss. Without them, everything just feels so desolate and foreign. The camp smells are still there, along with the bugs, and the old buildings, Garfield the cat, the same pathways - even the same food. But the people are simply not there. Therefore, it's merely a shadow of the bright, spirited, laughter-filled camp I know during the summer.

Sadness. We're all different places now, and who knows how many of them I'll (or any of us) will actually get to see again in person - outside the digital chasms of Internet.

Why did I think going back would make me feel better? If anything, it made me miss summer more. Because my whole family wasn't there.