Don't get me wrong--working at a summer camp can be great fun. My family gets to live on a kid's dream playland--where swimming pools are oversized and full of adventure...not just 1 trampoline in your backyard, but 6...at any given time of the day there is singing, dancing, cheering, and giggling...there are ski boats, ropes courses, football fields, soccer fields, bicycles, and a petting zoo...and there is a dining hall which serves meals for the taking, no dishes to wash!!
I also get to work with excited college kids every summer, who are funny and energetic, ready to tackle the world in a summer. My address book is bursting with new life-long friend additions each summer.
I honestly don't take any of it for granted. My heart is very thankful my family gets to experience this richness every single summer. It's also beautiful watching my little suburban white girls grow up in the multicultural palette of an inner-city summer camp. Our daughters only understand what "prejudice" is from reading about it--they see skin color as simply that: skin color.
But, in the midst of all of that swirling richness and thankfulness, running and jumping, cheering and giggling, diving, football throwing, dancing, and soccer kicking, "Where are you from's?" and "What is your major?"... In the midst of all of that? Sometimes, I just get tired.
Sometimes, I don't want to share my day with 250 other people. Sometimes, I just want to eat my breakfast alone, and quietly. Sometimes, I don't want to wake to an alarm clock every single day of summer. Sometimes, I don't want to be needed by so many people in a day. Sometimes, I just want to be alone.
Sometimes, I just want to go home.
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