The finality of this summer is slightly daunting. Every year I always had another summer at camp to look forward to and this year I faced the end of so many things that have become routine in my summer. Lining up for meals, waking up at 7 am to make a morning grace with the word of the day, living for wednesday sleep in, counting my kids, screaming responses at mass, sitting on my porch every night with a candle and a book, signs up, table hosting ...

Whatever, it's over. Camp hurt me bad this summer. I spent my final 2 weeks screaming on the inside and secretly counting down the days until I was safe and home and away from that place. My heart is broken from a place that changed. Or maybe I changed too much.

This summer I was in over my head.

I'm losing you and it's effortless.

I'm home. I'm finally home and safe and recovering.