June 20, 2015

I'm writing this sitting at the kitchen table at Bruce and Carla's house in Beverly, Massachusetts. I am going to write about how I am feeling so that when I'm in this exact place next year, I will have a reference. Today I am nervous and anxious and excited and eager and restless. Tomorrow I head up to camp and although I know camp, I haven't known camp in 20 years and I am nervous. I will not know anyone and I love that I will not know anyone, because it is so exciting to be new, but it is also frightening to be new. How often are we entirely new? How often to we put ourselves in situations where we move somewhere new for a month and try out a new community? Some of us do it regularly, some of us often, or rarely or not at all. And no matter how often or not often I do it, I always get nervous. In fact, I woke up with a panic attack this morning. My old friend. I know some of you will be worried about me, just know that I am an old pro at panic attacks and I have many tools to deal with them. They are awful, completely awful. Those of you who know panic, know it is the worst feeling, ever. But they pass. They do pass. And I will get to camp and this moment will be a memory and I will be busy busy busy. I love busy! I can't wait. Me and my camera.

And while I am doing all of this inside my head, I am simultaneously having a wonderful time with old friends. Our kids became fast friends and it feels like we were just with Bruce and Carla, even though it's been 4 years since they moved to Massachusetts from Portland, Oregon. Today we had donuts, made lots of things out of clay, ate lunch at home, spent a few hours at the Beverly Art Fest, ate dinner at a yummy restaurant, had a bonfire, made s'mores, read books to small children and relaxed together in the living room, (where we are now). It's been a full day.

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