It still feels like a dream.

I'm desperately searching for words as to how I'm feeling. I'm trying really hard to get out what I'm going through. Not necessarily in words but I just want to sort it out in my head.
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.