Sunday, August 27, 2006

camp stole my boyfriend...

...and my youngest brother, Seth. Oh, and about half a million of my other closest friends. For a week. Poo. The other day, as Andrew and I ate sushi, I almost teared up at the thought of a kid getting the chance to go to camp THE NIGHT BEFORE (which was in the works while we ate...via beepy-phone), as there were still spots available at the last minute. Camp is like Christmas to me. I love it. It's also the reason behind my mild addiction with the forest.

There must be something to this: Andrew and Seth are at camp. Nik and Thea just flew across the globe to start teaching in South Korea. Kate and Paul are returning from Belize sometime soon. And I'm...not doing any of those things. For the first time in my life. How odd.

Which reminds me, I should look up flights to B.C...

2 comments:

Andrea said...

FANTASTIC idea!

BC here she comes!

Your "other" closest friends from another province out west are waiting for you...

A.J. said...

Hmmm sushi!

Hey it's good to be home sometimes too!