So good evening tonight I feel this, Emily and Dan is in the hammock and Greg is playing guitar and Emily and I were talking camp, and we pulled up the ShaBlog and the photos on this site and Emily said how the past week has involved moping, listening to camp songs by herself and passing the time until Wilson. Until this point it never occurred that it was beneficial to have the transition I had: Friday morning at Tawonga, the wedding in Santa Cruz, the brief Sunday at home and then Monday morning departure and the all-day drive to school in Asheville.
"Oh light hits the window shade, I toss and turn inside this empty place"
By Tuesday morning it was full-speed stuff that took until sometime on Wednesday until I was at home with, so that all culminated in days like today, not feeling unusual with dinner with friends, phone calls for plans and hanging out at night; so this all led to a gradual or extreme forgetfulness of what Camp Tawonga meant and was. It's like what people say about breakups; how we need to be busy, do what we love to do whatever that is, be with your friends or with your family: those things met up here for me, made my "break" with Camp Tawonga easier than it could have been. Camp Tawonga, what were you.
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