Not just the end of camp (10 hours from now) – but the end of our time with Shaun, Wendy and Lily as “next-door” neighbors. It’s easier to be the leaver than the left. And it’s tempting to not attach ourselves to the people who enter our lives intensely for a short time. But I refuse.
It’s been a good year. And I’m so glad that it stretched into a year and 3 months.
That’s all I have to say. Because…. 5-hour nights promise 19 hour days, right? And three in a row is my personal limit.