I was certainly no stranger to camp when I walked into Ramaquois for the first time last summer – I had been a camper at a different camp for 8 years and worked at another camp for 2 years. I knew Ramaquois was going to be different from my previous camp experiences but a part of me still thought that camp was camp was camp and yeah it would be different but like how different could it really be?
I hope that today isn’t just another day for you. I hope that today means something to you. Because as much as it is an anniversary for my dad and my family, it is also an anniversary for you.
I like to do my writing in coffee shops. Which coffee shop it is doesn’t matter so long as I have left my house to do my writing I feel a little bit more inspired. Today, I plopped myself down in Kuppi Coffee Company for a few hours to do some writing. As a side note – if you have never been to Kuppi Coffee Company I would highly recommend it (as a place to grab coffee but especially as a place to sit and do some work).
Just under a year ago, when it was time for my friends and I to part our separate ways and head off to college, most of my friends headed towards a new city. ‘City’ being the key word there. They headed off to new places that, while a total change in scenery and maybe not a bustling city, still had some semblance of “civilization” – aka a downtown that consisted of more than a couple of restaurants and usually at least one Starbucks.
I, on the other hand, headed to Hamilton, New York. The absolute middle of nowhere.
It sounds really exciting, I know.
I am so sorry I left you alone with mom and dad. I really am.
I’ve lately been feeling like I don’t tell you how much I love and admire you as I should. I probably took living across the hall from you for 18 years for granted. Living a total of 2 steps away from each other gave me the constant chance to pop into your room and talk or rant or laugh or cry together. I knew I would see you at least in passing everyday and every conversation ended in an “I love you see you later”. Moving 200 miles away for college, I don’t have the privilege of seeing you everyday. And I miss you. And I love you.
With spring break just days away, I can’t help but grow nostalgic for last year. I spent my last spring break roaming the north east on a week long road trip with my best friend.
It is hardly an exaggeration to say that at least once a week one of us will bring up to the other how much we miss the road trip. It was truly an unforgettable experience. An experience I would strongly encourage others to pursue. Here are just a couple reasons why …
If any of you are anything like I was at this point last year, you’ve probably read every “open letter to a second semester high school senior” that exists.
Where you’re at right now is a weird place to be. You haven’t graduated yet but a part of you probably feels like you’re already in college. And, like every “open letter to a second semester high school senior”, I am going to give you some pretty cliché advice: don’t blink. Even if you can’t wait to get out of your hometown: don’t blink. Continue reading “don’t blink”