I got offered a job today. It's actually the second time my internship supervisor has told me about the position and asked if I was interested after my internship finishes up. I told her I would look at the job description and see if it something I would be interesting in doing. I am excited to know that my boss thinks I am doing a good work and ready for a "real" job. It's weird though, a few months ago whenever I told someone I didn't know what I was doing in the fall, they gave me this look of horror and suggested I figure it all out. But I knew freaking out about my future plans would not help me find a job any quicker and I am glad I didn't waste time and thought worrying.
One thing I don't like about growing up is letting go of things that you've been apart of. For the last two years, I got to work at one of the most rewarding places. This is the first summer I am not working at camp and these last few weeks have been difficult. I miss not being surrounded by people that all have the same purpose: to share the love of Christ to each and every boy and girl that comes into camp. I miss the sweet fellowship. I miss the fun. I miss wearing my bathing suit for 12 hours a day. I miss being on the boats. I miss Wednesday sailboat races. I miss my friends. I miss the humble heart that camp gives me. I miss cornhole. I miss worshipping the Lord with over 100 kids each night and hearing the Truth simply presented. I miss camps thunderstorms. I miss snackshop and the weight it makes me gain. Not really. I miss orientation and dressing up like Hanson. I miss seeing everyone smile their tired smiles and through it all seeing God's grace in their eyes. And while I miss all of this, I am so so so very thankful for the time God allowed me to be at Wabananananananana. And I honestly, don't think my time is done there. So if you were at that special place on the bay, don't forget about me.
Okay... I am off to bed.