How do you go to a place for 3 months and meet people that changed your life in ways you couldn't imagine and then come home and face the reality that you may never see them again.
I really want to go back to Kippewa.
and I get it, that makes no sense to some people. I was paid less than 2 dollars an hour (if I'm generous with math). I worked over 48 hours with a 1 hour break on multiple occasions. I went through some of the hardest days of my life at camp, because of camp, because of the nature of camp.
and yet here I am.
Back to the blog because that is the only place I have been entirely honest about my feelings this whole time. I have written in journals and talked to people and poured over my pictures trying to make sense of it all but I just can't. It stills feel like a dream. No matter what I do.
