Home Again

What a strange mix of emotions. Leaving camp, coming home. Happy, sad, ticklish.
Waht am I talking about? I don't know. I was up all night binding yearbooks and burning CDs and it's been many hours since my last Mountain Dew.

But camp is empty. It's kind of depressing. Just a few hours ago it was full of the sounds of life, and now all I can hear is the horse chewing on somebody's croc that he left. Or is that an iPod he's eating? Hard to know.

How is being home? Post a comment to let us know.