Missing that Camp Spirit

It's been almost two months since Camp Re-NEW-All ended, and in light of a bit of camp homesickness, I thought I would share about my experience this summer.

For starters, it was a lot, lot different. And if I'm being completely honest, I really struggled throughout the five weeks. Don't get me wrong, I love camp and I love my job, but it has been a very difficult transition from counselor and activity director to the Director. And it didn't help that we had a serious of strange events this summer.

For starters, we had a tornado warning, which required an evacuation of the entire camp (105 people) into the available cars. With a fifteen minute warning. After I had given the order to stack the campers into the shower stalls like sardines and put mattresses over the top of them, because a few years ago, that had been the procedure. Week 2 was a flood, and the staff handled it like champs.
Week 3 was a blessing, with minimal rain and lot less weird. Week 4 brought my favorite memory of the five weeks. Week 5 was a hilarious set of adventures, including a legend of the rock and stunning rendition of "The Metacrane and the Loon".

4C Staff "Squad Pic"

On Thursday, at the senior staff meeting, after we had gone through out agenda, and they were
released to hang out and having pizza. When I finally looked up from my work, I was stunned. Instead of spreading like I have seen staff do since I was at my first senior staff meeting, they were sitting all together, eating family style, talking and sharing about their week.

And that's what I'm homesick for; I miss my kids so much! They're such good, hard workers and they love camp so much.  Don't get me wrong, I love law school and I'm having a blast exploring KC, but that doesn't mean I don't camp and all of it's glory. Miss you fam!

Keep your camp family in your prayers as the semester wears on, remember to keep those candles shining bright! I'll have stuff up soon about our Winter Edition, so hang in there. You'll see your fam soon.

Tota tua,

LeAnn

Post-Camp Depression Disorder

Post- Camp Depression Disorder. It's a very real thing, in which someone has donated a week or more of their time to church they love greatly now must enter civilian life again, and are struggling with it.

A lot.

I am a victim of PCDD. I feel like I should be wearing a dark green t-shirt every Monday morning. I'm up by 7:00 am to ring a bell that's nowhere near me, and I miss being called mom by mouthy teenagers. I've got it bad.

I miss camp so much- it's not even a pain that I'm really aware of until I recognize what I'm missing at that moment, and it's always something about camp.

To counteract my PCDD, Josh and I went to the beach!

 And we brought his dog, Oliver as well. Isn't he adorable?

My diagnosis of PCDD is doing much better now, thanks to an incredible trip with my two favorite men- just in time too, because my last year of my undergrad studies starts tomorrow at 9 am sharp. 

Look for a more meaningful post in the next week or two, obviously this was more of a "why LeAnn has not written since camp" post than anything at all. 

Totus tuus,

LeAnn