That means that Gabriel gets here today. And it also means that everyone else is getting here today. It means that my job really starts today. It means that my nerves have to find boldness somehow today. It means that from now on I am likely to be getting even less sleep. It means that I will probably be seeing people less and less. It means that things get busy.
It's easy to survive things, but to thrive is a different story. I'm hoping for the latter, and in fact, I don't think I will be very satisfied with the former. Anthony said to count the cost. I haven't sat down to do it yet. But I think it might be high. But, you get what you pay for, right? I think so.
13.6.10
8.6.10
Mountains
And trees and stars and streams. My what a lovely place.
I got here to Camp Wawona after about 17 hours of total traveling. That doesn't sound like a lot, but it felt like quite a bit. I ate some tortilla chips, a banana, and some almonds before my flights, and then a tiny bag of chips and a Snapple at the Atlanta airport, and a little can of Pringles at the Los Angeles airport. Oh, and two Tylenol gel tablets. My headache was the worst part of the trip. Fortunately, the Tylenol started helping after a while and it "filled me up" by making me less stressed and in pain. And getting to Fresno and seeing Anthony suddenly behind me was a relief as well. Anthony, Jessi, and Chelsea were kind enough to let me stop at Target to get some supplies, including some bagels and honeybuns. I would like to inform you (who is that?? I guess I write for an audience...) that I ate the whole bag of 6 bagels. It was a dare. After I basically dared Anthony to dare me. He did. And I ate them. Oh, except for about 1/4 of one that he ate. I'll have to make it an official 6 some other time. that was nearly 1,500 calories, by the way.
Breakfast is at 8 tomorrow morning. I don't know fully what I'm getting myself into, but everyone here seems to believe that it's the greatest thing on earth. I suppose my pessimism will keep me from enjoying it as much as they do, but I think there's a lot of potential here for a great two months. It's still hard to believe I'm actually here. In fact, I still don't really. I haven't given anyone my signed contract, so I suppose by morning they could've hired someone else. I think I'll just go to sleep and hope for the best. The only good thing (no wait, that's not necessarily true) about going home tomorrow would be that I might have a better chance of watching the World Cup games. But maybe that's not even true.
I'm getting cold. (yeeesssssssss)
I got here to Camp Wawona after about 17 hours of total traveling. That doesn't sound like a lot, but it felt like quite a bit. I ate some tortilla chips, a banana, and some almonds before my flights, and then a tiny bag of chips and a Snapple at the Atlanta airport, and a little can of Pringles at the Los Angeles airport. Oh, and two Tylenol gel tablets. My headache was the worst part of the trip. Fortunately, the Tylenol started helping after a while and it "filled me up" by making me less stressed and in pain. And getting to Fresno and seeing Anthony suddenly behind me was a relief as well. Anthony, Jessi, and Chelsea were kind enough to let me stop at Target to get some supplies, including some bagels and honeybuns. I would like to inform you (who is that?? I guess I write for an audience...) that I ate the whole bag of 6 bagels. It was a dare. After I basically dared Anthony to dare me. He did. And I ate them. Oh, except for about 1/4 of one that he ate. I'll have to make it an official 6 some other time. that was nearly 1,500 calories, by the way.
Breakfast is at 8 tomorrow morning. I don't know fully what I'm getting myself into, but everyone here seems to believe that it's the greatest thing on earth. I suppose my pessimism will keep me from enjoying it as much as they do, but I think there's a lot of potential here for a great two months. It's still hard to believe I'm actually here. In fact, I still don't really. I haven't given anyone my signed contract, so I suppose by morning they could've hired someone else. I think I'll just go to sleep and hope for the best. The only good thing (no wait, that's not necessarily true) about going home tomorrow would be that I might have a better chance of watching the World Cup games. But maybe that's not even true.
I'm getting cold. (yeeesssssssss)
3.6.10
I've been at home with my mom now for several days. Just me and her. Then she left this evening to go be with Dad in Chicago. Just me now. I sat at home thinking about supper and suddenly felt very alone. I didn't know that I had already adapted to being fine with just mom and me. Now I know. The house is very lonely. Michigan is not my home. People I love are my home.
I was cutting out magazine articles today
from my old Outsides and National Geographic Travelers. Mom came over and said something about how Dad had already tried that a long time ago. And now he has an entire file cabinet full of magazine articles and other assortments that he drags from house to house as he moves. It was a loving warning.
I had just thought of it the night before, I think. I had been thinking about all the stuff I had piled near the storage room doors downstairs and how I had to go through and try to organize and store it all before I left. Then I realized that most, if not all of that crap, was just stuff that I'm saving. I'm just saving it. For the future. For something in the future, but I don't know what. When I realized that I have no idea what I'm saving it all for, it occurred to me that I'm really just saving it all for the sake of saving it. But a lot of it really is not serving any purpose for me. Every time I've "moved" for the past few years, whether it's into my grandma's house for a few days, to camp for several weeks, or to a dorm room for several months, I always end up living simply--simply off the stuff that I can see around me. When I put something in a weird spot, or put it away to "save it" for another day, a "just in case" moment, I never think about it again. Until the next time I move and happen to see it.
It's not grown much, but that night's thoughts, plus my Mom's comments, sparked a small feeling--desire--to try and live more intentionally with only the things that I need more readily at the moment. I like to be resourceful and efficient, so if I'm ever in need of something that I don't really have on hand, I enjoy the challenge of making something new. Or I often can just do something else. Or something. But I am also one who tends to be cautious. I don't want to get rid of anything or waste anything. So learning the mindset of only keeping what I need will be difficult. But maybe I'll make it.
I just wanted to share. Maybe I'm not the only one with such a predicament.
I had just thought of it the night before, I think. I had been thinking about all the stuff I had piled near the storage room doors downstairs and how I had to go through and try to organize and store it all before I left. Then I realized that most, if not all of that crap, was just stuff that I'm saving. I'm just saving it. For the future. For something in the future, but I don't know what. When I realized that I have no idea what I'm saving it all for, it occurred to me that I'm really just saving it all for the sake of saving it. But a lot of it really is not serving any purpose for me. Every time I've "moved" for the past few years, whether it's into my grandma's house for a few days, to camp for several weeks, or to a dorm room for several months, I always end up living simply--simply off the stuff that I can see around me. When I put something in a weird spot, or put it away to "save it" for another day, a "just in case" moment, I never think about it again. Until the next time I move and happen to see it.
It's not grown much, but that night's thoughts, plus my Mom's comments, sparked a small feeling--desire--to try and live more intentionally with only the things that I need more readily at the moment. I like to be resourceful and efficient, so if I'm ever in need of something that I don't really have on hand, I enjoy the challenge of making something new. Or I often can just do something else. Or something. But I am also one who tends to be cautious. I don't want to get rid of anything or waste anything. So learning the mindset of only keeping what I need will be difficult. But maybe I'll make it.
I just wanted to share. Maybe I'm not the only one with such a predicament.
2.6.10
A Neat Story [to me]
SHORT VERSION:
Two Tuesdays ago: planned to leave for Maine in a week.
A week goes by.
This past Tuesday: bought ticket for Fresno, California.
MEDIUM VERSION:
Tuesday morning, about nine days ago, I told Anthony I wouldn't be able to make it to camp. Tuesday afternoon he texted me and asked if I wanted to be the photographer (Alli can't? Why??). We agreed I'd let him know by Friday at noon his time.
I try and try to contact Maine and see how big of a problem it would be if I went to camp and then tried to make it to Maine in August. I couldn't reach them. I called Anthony just past noon his time. He said I could have a few more days so I could talk with Maine. I got a message Friday night: "Go for it." I talked with them in person on Monday to be sure. Monday night I called Anthony. No answer. Tuesday morning I called Anthony. Answer. I bought ticket Tuesday afternoon.
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Two Tuesdays ago: planned to leave for Maine in a week.
A week goes by.
This past Tuesday: bought ticket for Fresno, California.
MEDIUM VERSION:
Tuesday morning, about nine days ago, I told Anthony I wouldn't be able to make it to camp. Tuesday afternoon he texted me and asked if I wanted to be the photographer (Alli can't? Why??). We agreed I'd let him know by Friday at noon his time.
I try and try to contact Maine and see how big of a problem it would be if I went to camp and then tried to make it to Maine in August. I couldn't reach them. I called Anthony just past noon his time. He said I could have a few more days so I could talk with Maine. I got a message Friday night: "Go for it." I talked with them in person on Monday to be sure. Monday night I called Anthony. No answer. Tuesday morning I called Anthony. Answer. I bought ticket Tuesday afternoon.
LONG VERSION:
Just kidding. (But seriously.)
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I still don't want to get my hopes up. For some reason there is a medium-weight pessimistic feeling inside me that wonders if I'll actually work at Wawona this summer. I am not even sure it's a good idea to be posting this. I don't think I'm going to really believe it until I am there. And even then, who knows? Something could go wrong.
But for now, I can at least say confidently that those are my plans. I like the plans, anyway. They are good.
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