You bring the cup and I'll bring the moonshine

I'm not sure if I like my job or not. It makes me feel lonely. I don't miss camp. I really don't. But I miss having people around who care about me at my work place. I work in an office now and it's so different. The focus is so different. What is number one priority at camp; relationships, is number 10,567 at my work. Number one is performance. Stress from lack of performance leads to drama and drama leads to gossip. It's not abnormal to hear people whispering about other people around my office. It's lame. Lame lame lame and I don't like it. Is this what most offices are like?

On the other side of the mountain, I am enjoying spending the majority of my off time with my family. I'll visit my grandma lots this summer. I'm slowly realizing how important her grandchildren are to her. And my parents continually amaze me. I don't know why. Maybe I've come out of the 'my parents are embarrassing' stage to the 'my parents are quirky but generous and kind people' stage. It's a strange feeling. Life changing, really.

And yet again I have managed to leave my glasses at someone else's house. Someone at Canada Post is making a fortune off of me this summer.

Just sitting here praying

I never thought that I would wind up sitting on my floor praying for something as silly as cell phone service. But on the floor I am, and that's what I'm doing. My best friend and the love of my life is in Prince George in the bush for the next 3 and a half months and I don't know what to do with myself other than pray for cell phone service so that I can have a blessed phone conversation with him every night. My life feels slightly empty although I've tried as hard as I can to incorporate him into my every day experience. I have three of his shirts in my closet in a pile so that I can wear them when I need a snuggle, I have pictures of us up all over my room, and I've already started accumulating things for care parcels. However there still remains a lump in my throat the size of the Hoover Dam and there aren't enough chores in the world to keep me occupied through a summer of free time.

'Distance makes the heart grow stronger'. 'You'll appreciate each other more when you've had some time off'. From this point on I solemnly swear to never use these sentences in a serious situation again.