I've been back from camp for a couple of days now, and of course again it's taken me time to adjust. I made the transition quicker this time, but it's still hard. I want to be back there so bad, and thinking about the fact that this past summer was possibly the last time I'll ever go up there is just like... killing me inside. It would be nice to go up there and actually work for the camp next summer, but who knows how things will turn out. And I don't know what I'd do up there. I don't think I'd make a very good woods counselor or anything. It's possible I would just have to volunteer for the summer and do odd jobs around the camp, but mom says I need to earn money during the summer. grrr, right? =)

Once again, indescribable. Camp is always amazing. It's home for me. I don't feel like I belong here in Owatonna... I never have. But when I'm at Star Lake, or even just in the area of it... up north, I feel like I'm home and I belong there. The air smells sweet there. It's beautiful every second of the day. It's comfortable. Someday I'm going to live up there. I'm gonna get out of smelly old Owatonna and live up north in a cabin on a lake or something. =)

I'm not saying there wasn't any problems while I was there, and that I was completely out of my mind with joy the entire time I was there... but even when there are problems while at Star Lake, they seemed to be solved quickly and with no trouble. Like they don't even exist. And someone is always there for you.

While I was gone, our house was sold. I'm kind of happy about it being sold and everything, but the problem is that we have to be out by the 12th of this month. And our house won't be finished being built until the end of September, beginning of October. So we are moving in to an apartment until that time. It's so strange. I look around my room and I have so many memories in here, and I can't imagine not ever being able to come back and sleep in this room again.

One exciting thing is that we get the keys to the apartment this Friday, and my mom has already agreed to let me move into the apartment by myself for a week to get the place set up and help get the cats adjusted to the change without so much chaos. But then again, it's hard, because of the fact that I'm not quite ready to leave this place yet. And I'll be living by myself for an entire week! It's crazy. My parents keep joking that maybe I can keep the apartment for myself once the house is finished and they'll just leave me there and a friend can move in with me or something to help pay the rent. Ha. Sounds kind of fun... but who would want to move in with me!? bwahaha.

Has anyone heard of The Eels? I discovered them during camp. They're awesome. I was going to buy one of their albums yesterday, but then I realized I have a severe lack of money right now, and me and my brother spent like $80 on presents for my mom's birthday, which is today. She turns 40. We're having a suprise party for her. Not really a party... just a little get together with the family and a couple of her friends. I've dolled myself up all pretty and everything everything set up I think. I have to call my aunt and see if we're decorating the place yet. Fun fun!

It's always tough to get used to the computer again once I get back from camp. Takes a couple of weeks. Which might take even longer this time, because if I do move in to the apartment by myself, I won't have any internet access. And it's not like I've exactly been the best updater on dland lately. I think I've started to become an LJer. It's strange. This place has been so good to me and I can't get rid of it... but it's become so hard to put together a coherent entry, and I want to keep a high level of mature writing in this diary. I don't want to like... spit on it and stomp all over it and set it on fire with flaming ignorance like I do sometimes in my livejournal.

Oh, I have so much to catch up on in here... but it will have to wait for another day. Typing is no longer easy for me in any sense. The computer is no longer my single major companion. A notebook and pen have become closer to me than the keyboard in the past several weeks, and I feel the need to go back to them for a couple more days...